Woody's Janitor
Senior Member
I was hunting on the ground butted up against a tree close to my feeder, about 10 yards, this past Friday evening, when about 10 hawgs should up for a snack. I picked out the biggest one and as I was pulling the trigger on my crossbow, the feeder went off. The hawgs scattered in every direction! It was funny. One almost ran into my lap. About 45 minutes later, a herd of 16 showed up. When you look at a group of wild hawgs close up and see the tusk on everyone of them, it's not a good feeling. I was going to give it a go with my Walther P99 9mm and I picked one of the big 5 hawgs. I raised my pistol and it misfired so I pulled up my crossbow and picked the biggest one out and let it fly. It hit the big hawg and it went running off squealing like a Burt Reynold's movie and the others left the scene in different directions. I'm sitting on the ground with a metal/plastic rock, since the pistol misfired, and began to hear four hawgs making a growling sound close by. The rest were chopping their teeth together. It's getting dark and I got to walk out with angry hawgss all around. It was not a good feeling. I pulled back the slide and ejected the round that didn't fire thinking that solve my problem. No it did not. It was both a big thrill and scared feeling at the same time.