This is me in 1964 & my 1st ever hog. Stick Bow, wood arrows.
I was walking back to my truck through a bunch of brambles after hunting all morning when he jumped up from his bed 20 yards away. My arrow entered the last rib & lodged in the far shoulder going through both lungs. He spun around toward me, raised the hair on his back & CHARGED. Mind you, I had a 20 yard head start (no trees) & he fell 10 feet from me "dead".My brother was with me & when he charged he headed for a lake to jump in-he was along to take pictures & help if I got one-he didn't have even a knife. Since then, he's taken hogs & NEVER goes unarmed. Foolish boys back then.....
