As we neared another swamp, we bespied some brumbies, and Tony went in to try for them. He ended-up stalking them around to the left, and I bespied some pigs snuffling-in from the right. By the time I could move-up, they'd all gone past toward Tony and the brumbies, except for one tail-end boar, which I smacked in the ribs at about twenty metres. He was in trouble, and stopped in the savannah fifty metres away, confused. I closed to about twenty-five metres and hit him tight behind his right shoulder, but strongly quartering-away. I followed discreetly, watching through the binoculars, wishing he would go down. There was lots of blood, but I didn't push him, again choosing to give him time - not a pleasant feeling, to have two uncertainties playing-out at the same time.