I finally got the call. hogs in the cotton. I rearranged the weekend and left immediately.
yes there was hog sign everywhere, but the cotton was 4 feet tall. I wouldn't be able to see an elephant unless it stood on its tiptoes. finally about 3:30am some hogs came out of a circle that I just happened to be watching. a big one laid down right next to the cotton and the others settled down in the corner rolling around in the dirt.
I crept closer hoping to kill the big one first and take out as many of the others as I could before they made it back to cover. a big spotted boar was antagonizing the others. they were so preoccupied with him they didn't realize the real danger was closing in. the spotted one agitated the others so much they all got up and slowly started making their way to me. I froze in the ready position watching the spotted one. even though I was thinking about the big one by the cotton, they were getting so close it would be too risky to take my eyes off them now, even for a second.
at under 40 yards I concluded they were as close as I wanted them. the first round took out spot with a head shot. he went down with enough authority I knew he was confirmed. I picked up the second biggest and gave him the appropriate lead, which at that distance also translated to a head shot. then I heard loud hoof beats coming toward me and getting louder. I couldn't see anything except the small tunnel of salvation offered through the scope. before I had time to come about, the pounding hoofs barreled past me. fortunately, the biggest were already down and the smaller ones just wanted out of there. I swept across and nailed him in the head too. then I caught the last ones who were either confused or slow. either way, they're dead now.