The next morning, after Ray made us breakfast, we hit the woods. Ray H. decided he would go the same direction as me for a while (he was turkey hunting), Ray R. took the same trail as the day before, and Aldo was taking a slightly different track. The plan was to meet back up at noon.
A couple of hundred yards in Ray told me it would be a good idea to follow the creek back into the woods a bit and to keep my eyes and ears open for the hogs down in the low spots rooting around the water.
Again the next several hours were pretty uneventful except for almost stepping on a water snake.
I ended up way back by the Savannah river where the swamp was still very wet:
Around 11:30 I found myself back on the main road headed back to the pick up point. As I was rounding the bend, I see something black in the distance and wagging it's tail. I instantly pictured a black lab, but it quickly dawned on me that it was a hog probably 70 yds away.
Moving forward, I saw another big one on the left hand side of the road in the water and several more, smaller ones on the right. Now, I'm out in the open in the direct sunlight and the biggest of the group kept looking in my direction. When she would look, I would stop and duck my head down (no face mask). She would go back to feeding and I'd move up again. This happened three times before I was finally within range for a shot.
Eventually, she moved to the right hand side with the others and was heading into the woods, I made it to within 20 yds of the first hog with no problem. I took a breath, drew back and.....MISSED!
I don't know what happened. It must've been faulty equipment or something. Surely it wasn't the shooter's fault. Regardless, the shot went low. It only missed the sweet spot by an inch. The back of the arrow slapped the pig's front legs which caused her to bolt which, in turn, caused the rest to bolt. I nocked another arrow and watched them move off.
Ray H. told us not to follow behind them if we got busted because they always watched their back-trail. Instead, he says to hook around them and try to get in front of them.
I found my arrow and confirmed the MISS and about the same time Ray R. shows up. I told him what happened and we both moved to intercept them. We went as far as we could, but we ended up getting too much water between them and us so we gave up the chase.
Back at camp, I took some practice shots at the hog target and hit the 10-12 rings on that joker 6-7 times in a row. Go figure!
Oh, and I forgot to mention; from where I took the shot at the hog to where Ray dropped us off at the lean-to the day before was only about 60 yds apart. I guess it pays to hunt all the way back to the truck.....