Opening day of Texas archery deer season. I had gotten to my small Live Oak tree 40 minutes South of Austin plenty early to allow enough time to climb up in the thing, calm down and enjoy the sunrise. I needed the chance to breathe deeply before light to relax as Saturday was opening day after all and I was pumped! All's quiet and the wind perfect, with the Live Oaks dropping acorns like crazy. The light gains and I hear some snuffling in the distance, then a 200 lb. Hog trots in to 20 yards away, happily vacuuming up the acorns, though it is still too dark to clearly place my arrow so I just watch all excited! Then a minute later another hog the same size runs in to join the other and I can see that he is a male. He is vacuuming up the acorns as well and after 10 minutes of them rooting below me from 11 to 20 yards, the light is solid enough for me do it right. So I draw on the big boy and off the arrow goes. Then off the hog goes! The arrow sticking out of his side, exactly where I aimed with the fletchings glowing bright in the morning gloom! Oh no! No pass through shot and I figure my lucky arrow with 4 harvests to its credit is doomed. I follow his sounds as far as I can and have a good idea where he went so I just wait and calm down! The other hog, which had been feeding 10 yards away from him and only 16 yards from me doesnt know what is up and resumes sucking up acorns, then leaves after few minutes. I nock another arrow, just in case It is 7:00 a.m. Just as I am ready to climb down to begin tracking him, a herd of hogs comes trotting to me! These are all little cuties, about 50 pounds each and there were at least 8 or 9 of them! About half were solid brown, the others solid black and one mottled, white fuzzy one with black spots. Wow! They stop right were the male was and start rooting for acorns. What to do? Some are as close as 8 yards away. I pick the white one and off the arrow goes, this arrow hits perfectly, a pass through shot, and off the little bugger runs off with a loud squeal! The others flee too and I am left to calm down yet again. I can follow them fairly well thanks to the number of them and the racket they make. As I wait, I again nock another arrow, you just never know . It is 7:15 a.m. Just as I am ready to climb down to start the morning of hard work I now know I have ahead of me. The other big hog returns to start chowing down on the fallen acorns. I can see that she is a beauty, all of 200 lbs., and within seconds she offers me a perfect broadside shot at 17 yards. Off my third and final arrow goes (I only carry three with me into a tree). It is a perfect pass through shot and she hits high gear and I can follow her well from the racket she makes. It is 7:30 a.m. To sum it all up, over the next hour and a half, all three blood trails led to gorgeous hogs and to my great surprise, my lucky arrow had fallen out and was still straight, ready for its 6th harvest. The other two arrows were located where they had stuck in the ground after passing through. Never did see a deer that day, but the local Hunters for the Hungry program and my freezer got a load of organic pork! Lesson learned? I will never pull something so boneheaded again. That was wayyyy to much labor. I will learn self control! Whew!