I failed to mention that Irv had told me of a stand they had stashed in the woods, waiting for a chance to set it up.
On the walk out we grabbed it and set it up(in the dark) in a live oak growing in the orange grove near our first encounter with the pigs.
The next morning(Saturday) I was in that stand. No pigs seen.
Saturday night, same stand, sow and 2 piglets from the night before, passed on them.
Sunday morning I hunted "the woods stand" on the south end of the lease, no sightings...
Sunday afternoon I was back in the grove stand.
The wind was blowing like a son of a gun. Oranges were raining down all over the place. In all the years I have hunted Florida, never do I remember the wind blowing like that!
Anyway, it was getting late in the hunt and no sightings so far and I thought what a change from the first night.
With about 10 minutes of filming light left a couple small pigs came through the grove to some scattered corn I had thrown out.
Enjoying their company as the wind howled and light settled, I caught movement.
A distant shadow moved quickley towards us.
With a grunt and growl as he closed in, the little guys headed for safer ground.
My blackwidow was at the ready as he dozered in to feed. At just 7yrds his presentation was perfect, I hit anchor and let fly.
With a short, deep and muttled squeel he took off. What I saw was a lot of arrow sticking out. I said to myself, to high, to high in the shoulder.
On the long walk out in the dark, it just kept running through my mind, to high, if your lucky one lung, gotta leave him till morning, over and over.
I met Jim and Irv who had hunted together that afternoon and filled them in.
We decided that Jim and I would hunt in the morning together, then look for my pig.
It was a long night...
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