It was early April, and I decided to fish a few canals on our deer lease. We are on a coastal marsh, along the Gulf of Mexico. I was fishing a small cove and heard leaves rustling on the bank. I eased over with the trolling motor and spotted 5 or 6 piglets, smaller than a football. So i beach the boat, thinking I'll snatch one up. They wouldn't come close enough. About that time I remembered I had a pig squeal call in the boat. I cut loose on that call, and the piglets scattered. I laughed, until I heard snorting and grunting. Here came Momma!!! She charged the boat and stopped maybe 5 feet from the boat. I yelled, and she backed down. She made a couple more false charges, then eased off into the thick stuff. That was close enough for me. Good thing I had an extra pair of drawers at the camp!