Thanks Tom.
I shot this one last evening with 10 minutes left on Valentine's Day, but have no place for it and so it went on the "bone pile" of the property where it was shot. He was actually feeding amongst a group of deer I startled in a big field when I was on the way back to my car. In the confusion, he apparently circled around and was coming down the path I was on, toward me, and so got popped in the face at 42 yards and he was dirt was DRT. While closing the distance certainly made the shot easier, I have come to the belief that I don't like pigs coming at me in the dark when I am on the ground with them.
