I was on a late start on the morning of my weekend hunt. Planned on getting settled in my deer stand before day light. By the time i got to the stand the sun was coming up "Not to late" i thought as i got set up. The echo of birds singing kept me entertained, i guess a hour past when i heard what every pig hunter wants to hear a short powerful squeal coming from the tree line about 70 yards in front of me. Shocked from the call i slowly grabbed my bow ready for the porker to move in closer so my PSE can welcome it with open arms. An small army of porkers move out of the tree line munchin the corn i throw out a couple of day before. The herd slowly made their way to the left of me still out of reach. Waiting quietly i noticed a little sow making her way towards me. Finally she is in my arrow's reach, hitting her right behing her shoulder she let out a high pitch grunt and dashed towards the tree line that was to the right of me. Shaking like a leaf on a tree i looked over to the left of me and noticed that the herd was vanishing in the tree line on the left. As i sat there about to get down i saw another sow coming back from the herd that left. Wondering if she was going to get closer and she was, she ran right by me holding my snuff spit scared to scare her off i pulled back and hit her right were i had hit the other sow she made a run right towards the middle of the yield and dropped making a dash towards her i collected my broken arrow. Thanks to my Muzzie 101 broad heads leaving a darn good blood trail it didnt take long to find my first sow. She made it about 20-30 yards in the woods behind my stand. So yall tell me what yall think?
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