The 1st hog I shot with a bow we had to go in and find.
He scooted into a willow thicket. I followed him that evening and could hear him in front of me, but it was so thick I couldn't catch up to him before dark.
I got back to the camp and told my buddy that we needed to go out in the a.m and find him and explained that I had followed him about 75 yds into the willows before it got dark and had marked the spot where I stopped.
He called me a fool for doing that, but I told him I spined him with the arrow and all he could do was drag himself with his front legs (I was amazed at how quick he could move like that).
My buddy said, "What about the other 8 that were with him? I told him I didn't think about that
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We found him the next morning, with 3 other hogs around him, still alive and leaning up against a cypress-sitting like a dog sits. I had to put 2 more arrows in him and he finally expired. He was a dandy.
JM