On Bayou Dorcheat. Heart shot. 30-06 125 gr. Nosler ballistic tip. Broke the opposite shoulder but he took off into the thickest crap he could get to within a hundred yards. I was alone, blood trailing that monster on my hands and knees in that crap in the dark with an LED flashlight and memories of this being how half the stories I've read about people getting jacked up by wounded hogs plays out.
When I finally found him and tried to get some pics I realized I couldn't because the SD card in the camera was formatted for the game cam so I had to go get the right one out of the game cam. When I rode back over there and got it something was squeaking and squeeling all crazy like and since I only have hearing in one ear I couldn't tell where it was coming from. I walk the ten feet back to the four wheeler and start messing around with the camera putting the right SD card in when this noise gets a lot louder and angrier I turn around and flash eyes coming down the tree my game cam is hanging on...
I whip out my little Ruger Mark II pistol and it hits the bottom of the tree and comes right at me like he's fixing to tear me a new meat one. Craziest coon I ever saw. I shot him. He did the polite thing then and took off and I headed back to the hog to take some pics.
I checked the pics from the game camera and what do I find? That coon holding off what may be this hog. lol
I guess I know why I'm not catching any hogs now. Hopefully that little bastard is dead.