Pat and I were walking back out of the swamp on a dirt road headed to another spot. Just as we got to a low spot in the road with water on both sides I heard a grunt snort. We stopped dead in our tracks and I could now hear them moving off to my left. A shallow river bed with a high wall was on my left and the hogs were feeding just above the river bed . I watched as two little footballs with a good size black boar headed further to my left along the river bed along the high wall. I knew that the river would bring the hogs back my way and tried to get in front of them. After running back down the road a good piece ,I noticed that the hogs had gone into the riverbed. Just another 20 yards and I cut back into the woods. Hoping to be in front of them enough that when they went by it would be right below me. Just as I approached the drop off to the river, a red sow and three little footballs came up the dang wall right in front of me. 30yds away and right in my face. They made a hard left and went 50yds and stopped. Not seeing the boar I was just about to take a knee when he came up the wall at the same spot as the others. He was a bit over 200lbs. I froze as he made a quick left and stopped by a palmetto 45yds to my left. That boar stopped facing the same way I was with his head slightly turned my way. I hoped that he would calm down and just calmly go towards the others and start feeding. I had the wind and thought he might dismiss me. He did not move for two whole minuets. The excitement started to build and then that old feeling of the dang wind on the back of my neck. Two grunts and he was outta there. On the way back to the road it made me laugh that he had whooped me and seemed to be in total control of the situation from start to finish. Maybe next time.