Hunted Friday evening through Sunday night. Saturday was the best day, as far as seeing pigs goes.
Saturday morning, 10:30, I run into a pig while busting brush. It didn't act like it knew I was there, but ran off when I pursued looking for a shot. This all happened at 25 yards. That evening, right at last light, I hear one coming my way. I was on an avenue in the middle of the brush, and it was sounding like it was going to pop out right in front of me at 5 yards. I am drawn back, waiting, heart pounding, and it comes to a stop right before coming out, then snorts and bolts away at a 90 degree angle.
This is all 25 yards from the road.
Saturday morning, 10:30, I run into a pig while busting brush. It didn't act like it knew I was there, but ran off when I pursued looking for a shot. This all happened at 25 yards. That evening, right at last light, I hear one coming my way. I was on an avenue in the middle of the brush, and it was sounding like it was going to pop out right in front of me at 5 yards. I am drawn back, waiting, heart pounding, and it comes to a stop right before coming out, then snorts and bolts away at a 90 degree angle.
This is all 25 yards from the road.