One of my hunting club's members wrote this report on another web site. He is not a member here on LASM, but said it would be OK if I posted it. I read the story and though it was so cool, I wanted to share it: Wow, this one was a hunt to remember. Made it to my camp friday night and hit the bed early. Saturday morning I woke up and waited for the storm to pass. At 6:30 I hit the woods and took advantage of the quiet ground by making a creep to my stand. A usual 20 minute walk took me an hour but I didn't see anything. Got on stand at 7:30 and by 9:45 I was ready to scout for the afternoon. I got down and started walking. After about 30 minutes I was walking along a slough on the opposite side from where I usually hunt. I ended up jumping a doe but couldn't get a shot on her. I decided to try and cross the slough to the north side which is where I hunted last season. When I got to the middle the water was about 3' below the top of my hip boots but I made it across dry! When I got across I continued along a slough that intersects the slough I crossed headed for my hot spot. When I got there I saw great sign (trails, rubs, scrapes) so I decided to setup there that afternoon. I got to the camp and relaxed a while then at 2:00 I headed back to the slough crossing with 25lbs of rice bran, my gun, and a 40lbs portable ladder stand on my back. My cousin was headed to his spot which is about 350 yards North from where I was hunting. I successfully made it across the slough with my luggage and when i got about 100 yards from my honey hole I was walking along the perpindicular slough through some buck brush in about 2' of water. All of a sudden I hear a stampede running thru the water straight for where I was headed. I drop my stand and bucket of feed, take my gun off my chest, chamber a bullet and squat low to see if I could see them. After about 5 minutes they stopped and I couldn't hear them anymore so I picked my stuff back up and continued to my spot. When I got there I picked a good tree then set down my stand and my gun and walked about 40 yards from them to dump the feed. As soon as I started pouring the feed out I hear the stampede again in the thicket and its close! I drop the bucket and sprint back to my gun. I drop down to my knee and pickup my gun to see if I can get a glimpse of them thru the brush (by this point I heard snorting so I knew it was hogs). They are headed straight for the slough I am hunting on kinda going away from me. I look through the scope and I finally see 3 of them; 2 small ones swimming and one good sized one all about 80 yards and all i had was a tiny hole. I put the crosshairs behind the shoulder of the big one and squeezed. After the shot I looked back through the scope and saw it barrel rolling on top the water like a gator. Next thing I know there is a herd of about 20-30 pigs coming straight for me. As they are on the run (broadside @ 40 yards) I pick one and shoot, at the same time I see about 8 small ones running along the slough straight towards my cousin who is 350 yards north. As I'm trying to pick one of the small ones I see another big one coming thru the water right behind them. As soon as it gets broadside it stops. I quickly put the crosshairs on the head and boom! It drops. My heart is pounding a thousand miles an hour and at this point I know I have 2 down for sure. I stand up and hear the last one I had just shot breathing real hard (come to find out I almost blew its snout clean off) so i walk a little closer and shoot it in the head to finish it off. While all this is going on i hear my cousin shoot 3 shots too. So I walk down to the first one I shot and I float it to the last one I shot not knowing if I hit the 2nd one I shot at. As soon as I walk up to the last one I just finished off I see the 2nd one I shot dead, 5 feet from it. I text my cousin and he tells me he killed 2 small ones. I catch my head and setup my stand, climb up and sit for about an hour wondering the easiest way to get these things out of the woods. At 4:15 I climb down and start dragging!! I had 400 yards back to the slough crossing with 2-100lbs sows and a 42 lbs. boar and to top it off 2/3 of the way is dry ground. I would grab a leg on each 100lbs sow and drag for about 80 yards then walk back to the boar and drag it to the sows. It took me about an hour and a half but I managed to drag all 3 pigs back to the slough, float them across and load them all onto my bike with no assistance. When I got back to the camp we snapped some pics, weighed the pigs and field dressed them to let em hang overnight. I ended up with 1-102lbs sow, 1-101lbs sow and 1-42lbs boar and my cousin killed a 38lbs sow and a 22lbs sow. What a hunt and what an adrenaline rush! Biggest rush I ever got hunting in my life. In the pic is just my 3 pigs and that is a 152 qt ice chest. Whackem 'n' Stackem!!