When I saw the title I recalled a hunt on The Aransas Wildlife Refuge several years back. I was hunting with my dad and we were heading toward some taller trees along the bay. I was walking about 5 feet in the rear, when we heard branches snapping in a small oak mot about 20 feet off the trail, to our left. Figuring it was a hog, I got ready holding a knocked arrow in my bow. When the hog finally appeared he was only about 10 feet from us, running full tilt. He went between us, hitting my arrow as he ran by. The arrow fell from my bow and he disappeared in a stride into the brush on the other side of the trail. I looked at my dad and he said, "Wow".
