The first "paid" hunt I ever went on was down in South Carolina for hogs probably 15 years ago.
In this operation, we hunted out of tripod stands. Shooting was only allowed from the stands. It was the last day of the hunt and I was the only hunter who hadn't connected.
The guide and I were driving down the trail in a jeep well before daylight. We got to within about 150 yards of my stand and there were two hogs rooting on the trail.
One was a very respectable boar that was a little under 200 lbs. The other was truly a giant hog. The guide put him at 350-375 lbs....I thought he was more like double that because he was just huge. Just pure muscle. He was not a barnyard escapee. Pure, lean muscle that rippled with every movement.
Those two hogs wouldn't move out of the trail to let us pass.
The guide pulled the jeep up to the lesser of the two pigs and gently nudged it. It stepped to the side and started ambling off.
Next came the big guy. He pulled the jeep up to nudge that one. After he nudged that one, it was clear that this hog would have none of that! It turned around put its head under the bumper of the jeep and literally shook us silly. Then turned around and went back to rooting right in the middle of the road.
The guide then turned to me as serious as he could be and said, "You get out right here and make your way up to that stand and you'll get a shot at that hog at daylight."
I just said, "no thank you." He took me to another stand.