Where was I? Oh yeah. And then..... 2 pigs zig zagging through the pears about 150 yards out and coming right at me, and then 2 more and 3 more until maybe 20-25 were all barreling uphill toward my stand.
There were all sorts of colors of pigs in this passel of pigs and I picked a black one with a white saddle for my mark. So many pigs came in under the feeder that the white saddled one was covered up. I then set my sights on the 1st hog to give me his/her shoulder.
The 1st one to do so turned out to be about a 180# boar, a classic grizzled Russian looking sucka.
I drew and this time there was no spooking, he stayed put and I released. Whumppppppp! Right where the arrow needed to be.
All of the pigs scattered but came back into the feeder within seconds( Griffins are quiet) and I was looking for Ol Saddle again.
I watched the boar hog run off with my fluorescent orange CX 150 Heritage sticking out of his side. He stopped several times but never looked sick. I lost sight of him about 100 yards out or so.
Just as I was about to put it on Old Saddle, I heard a half grunt half roar coming out of the creek bottom and here came an even bigger boar, charging right toward the other hogs at the feeder. He wasted no time and was there right quick. He went right to the center of the sounder and started pushing and feeding.
Again, I forgot about the pig of my initial desire and had my eyes set on this new monster. It took a while for him to clear the other pigs but when he did,,,,, I hit full draw and again that sweet whumppppppp!!!!! echoed through the prickly pear flat.