I felt pretty bad about the shot, but my dad said that it would be fine and to relax and get another arrow ready...
He was almost positive that they would come back.
Again it wasn't a half an hour later when we see the same group of hogs, a little wearier, coming from behind my dad. I immediately looked for the one I had shot before... I saw it.
It was eating corn and looked fine, but I still felt bad about the arrow in it. I wanted another shot at it...
It wasn't meant to be with that hog. The hog came in and wheeled around and ran off, but there was another hog with an arrow in it that I was going to try and shoot, it was right under the feeder when my Dad told me to shoot it.
I got back to anchor again and let the arrow fly...
WHACK!!! I missed...But I had hit the one behind it and we both heard bone...