I found a space between two trees and drew when I saw one of the big ones coming, put my pin on the double lung spot, and touched my release trigger. My arrow loudly smacked something between us and nose dived into the ground. The hogs noticed it, and walked off, but they have no clue what really happened. Now I know where to look for them. And I will.
Life is good.
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