my bow on the ground just before i was about to climb "my" stand, while the evening light was still good.
dusk settled in, and behind my stand, 'bout 70 yards back three hogs wade across the bog, two were really large and i just about could make one biggie out in the failing light under the wooded canopy.
the moon became a flood lamp, illuminating the open road.
while the bog area was too dark to make a good shot, i got down from the tree stand and began the walk back to hook up with terry at the "triangle". the road was lit up good and about 30 yards in front of me came about 7 hogs, a couple in the 80# size. i knelt down at the road edge as they wandered down, closer and closer, and at about 20 yards the larger one posed broadside as i came to full draw and ... my cell phone buzzed. terry had texted me, but i don't think they heard the phone. the wind was up and swirling so they might've winded me, and they just meandered off into the bush, so i let down and waited. sure enuf, another troop come down the road and i waited 'til a 40-50#er went broadside, aimed off the shoulder and dropped the string. the shot was good, the pig squealed loud and bolted into the bush with all the others. i waited about 15 minutes, then slowly stalked back down the road to meet up with terry and go see how doug made out.
we all went back 3 hours later that night and never found a drop of blood or the arrow. went back again the next morning and did a real good sweep of the thick bush and still no arrow or blood. hog 1, rob 0. it happens.
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