The Mowawk bow sent the 4 blade Zwickey right were I was looking, and I was looking at the best spot possible for a quick kill.....the arrow passed though the other side and stabbed the earth....
She bolted a gallop forward then turned left into that dark abyss leaving about 12 inches of the fletched end of my arrow lying at the opening.
I heard disorientation from her, a couple of distressed growls, the 2nd worse than the 1st, a little more travel and then rustling and cracking ....then I heard the air let out of her.
Wow...I was now ecstatic!!!! I'd just witnessed what looked like the most perfect shot I could have made.
Now get this, again, this was trip number THREE without Rob, trip number THREE hunting exclusively with this bow, and hog number THREE I'd had an in range run in with.....
I sat in the tree for about an hour and a half, and figured the boys were on their way, so I climbed down and went to my arrow....I turned on Chris' flashlight and saw a blood bath into that dark hole. Instant blood is always a good sign....