Leaves were rustling 30 yards ahead of me. It wasn’t the sound of the wind nor mongoose, it was the sound of a hog nudging leaves and dirt in search of food. Instantly, I nocked an arrow and stood motionless. He popped his head from the brush. Out appeared a little thirty-pounder, not big enough to shoot so I decided to take a few pics. I slipped my hand into my pocket to grab my cell phone. Just as I set my phone to the camera setting, I heard a twig snap to the left me. I figured that it was only another small hog, but just to be sure I dropped the phone, slowly turning to the sounds of the noisy hog. Then I placed my tab on my string and focused my attention to the trail below me. The noise grew louder and louder, out stepped a shooter hog fifteen yards away and unaware of my presence. I drew back my longbow, hit anchor and off it went. The hog took off like a rocket. It ran about ten yards, U-turned and headed straight back on the same trail. I’m just glad that I wasn’t on that trail.
Here is where the pig made the U-turn.
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