My first bow hunt ever was my most memorable. In South Texas in the early 1990's on a hog/javelina hunt I was sitting on a stool on the ground with my back to a little bush, that was only a sorry excuse to grow thorns, and heard noise behind me. I very slowly turned to see a large feral hog on the other side of the bush with it's mouth open and chomping at the air as if tasting it. The distance from my face to his was less than 18 inches. I was in full camo and didn't move though I was startled and I very slowly turned back to face forward. The hog sensed something wasn't right and moved off to the left about 12 yds. and began to eat corn that I had put out on the ground. I stood and shot him, hitting him high in the spine and dropped it right there, then knocked another arrow and shot a smaller hog that was with the bigger one. I hit the smaller one in the neck from the top and it ran off breaking my arrow in the process. I never found that hog, but 2 guys hunting about 200 yds. away came in with a small hog that was shot in the same spot and I let them keep it.