After a great nights sleep and a fantastic breakfast we were off stillhunting again. I started down a trail and Jared, my son went another direction with plans for pickup at noon. Having went about 15 minutes down my trail the brush cracked back in a patch of small pine trees. I stopped to watch because it did not sound like a squirrel and sure enough here came a string of hogs right toward me.
There was a drainage ditch between myself and the hogs and they were going horizontal to the ditch back the way I had just came from. Having seen a crossing back up that way I tried to hurry to cut them off without spooking them. A little to late 5 or 6 big black hogs, I would guess 150 lb. range popped out in the road about 50 yards away. Trying to hurry along without spooking them to get closer because I knew there were more coming I got to about 30 yards away when the rest of them appeared on the road and stopped. I figured it was now or never so I drew and shot with my arrow going under the hog by about three inches. What a rush that was, everything happening so quick. There were 10-13 hogs in that bunch all solid black and about the same size.