I quickly went back to the ranch, dressed out the javi, and got back out for the evening hunt. I had set up a nice ground blind and the wind was right. I didn't have enough clothes, but I had every layer that I had packed with me plus I had 7 hot pockets distributed on me. I was half asleep when I hear something at the feeder around 9:45pm. I worked out a cramp, gently pulled my noisy down vest off of me that I was using as a blanket, and went for a look. There was a nice sounder at the feeder, and I picked out a neat black and white sow and drilled her. I heard a crack and she dropped down in the front end. The whole group took off, and I couldn't tell where mine went into the brush. I thought to give here a half hour or so and then check for blood, but around 20 minutes later 2 huge hogs came into the feeder. The smaller one would have gone over 300 pounds and was broadside but the lighting wasn't very good. I was only around 12 yards away and took the shot. I couldn't imagine that I would miss at the range, but the hog didn't act right. I heard the gentle thud and then both hogs took off into the brush like they were spooked and grunted angrily for a few minutes before moving off.