I had been in the stand a couple hours when three pigs came from my left and ran directly to the corn. After slowly coming to a standing position, I turned to my right to get into shooting position. There were two blacks and a charcoal gray that was the larger of the three and I concentrated on him.
They were moving as hogs do when seeing corn. It looked as if each was afraid the others were going to eat it all with them rushing around eating as fast as possible. After a while my arm got tired from holding the bow up and I relaxed hoping they would settle down.
The stand was at least 16 feet high and the hogs were only about 12 or 14 yards away making the shot a pretty steep angle. I guessed the charcoal pig was about 50 or 60 pounds but after talking to Marty, I might have under guessed him a little. Anyway after several minutes, he turned broadside and stopped for me to get a shot. The arrow entered behind and above the shoulder at a pretty much downward angle. They exploded and vanished into the palmettos.
I sat and replayed the shot over a few times and concluded it was slightly high but still confident it was fatal. Sent a text to Marty and he replied simply "Keep shooting".
After sitting no more than 20 minutes, here came a red hog from my left again. After standing and surveying the situation several minutes he circled and went to the corn. He was standing while facing me head on and stayed that way eating corn for at least five minutes.
A cold front had passed through and as it got later in the day the temp had dropped making it quite chilly. Only a tee shirt separated me from the cold and that hog was taking his time before giving me a shot.
He eventually turned broadside and then turned farther making the shot quartering away which I liked even better. The arrow was good entering almost like the first hog and angling downward and forward. As he ran in generally the same direction as the other I could see the arrow sticking out both sides. After another text to Marty, he showed up with "Peanut", his blood tracker.
This little beagle is all business. Having been around several tracking dogs, this gal really impressed me. She immediately started dragging Marty at a quicker pace than he could maintain through the tough going palmettos. It was a quick track of about 125 or 150 yards.