A buddy and I hit the river by my house for ducks, I hadn't done much scouting with a new baby and work so we lit out and banked it waiting on light. Didn't want to be a bunch of rubberheads and mess others up. As it got light I was snoozing in the boat and my buddy says, hey man, why don't you shoot that pig behind you. I was tired and hungover since I had a tendency to drink more than I should back then. I told him I'd get her if she came back.
About 30 minutes later I'm looking at the sky and my buddy says, you gonna shoot that pig or what? Well, I turned around and she was about 10' from me, big white sow with 6 piglets. I turned around and let her have a load of 3.5" #4 Heavishot in the neck, dropped her like a sack of potatoes. The piglets stuck around, wouldn't leave even though they were big enough. Heck, I wasn't wasting a $3.00 shell on a piglet so in my best Sling Blade voice I turned around and asked by buddy "Reckon what you got to brain'em with". After we quit laughing I picked up the boat paddle and whomped a few of them in the neck. Broke my dang paddle.
We rolled back up to the ramp with a 150lb sow and 5 little pigs on the bow of the boat, not one duck. Game warden proceeded to take my boat apart looking for buckshot or any lead. He didn't even find a split shot sinker and only the one Heavishot hull. After we told him the story and he quit laughing, he apologized for the boat thing and wished us well, wouldn't take the pig we offered though.