I was out this morning trying to locate a large feral hog that I had shot a bit earlier. I knew I had thumped her pretty solidly, and she'd left a blood trail that I was able to follow fairly easily. The trail led me into a "blind canyon." Being a certified coward, I went back and got my .45ACP carbine before venturing into the canyon, just in case the old girl still had some fight in her. I found her, "stone dead", in a mesquite thicket. As I circled her to make sure she really was as dead as I wanted her to be, I kicked up a nest of piglets. Must have been 20 of them! After I recovered from my initial surprise, shock and fright, I began picking them off, one by one, until they exited the canyon. I only got 7 of them; ranges varied from point blank to about 50 yards. I dragged them out into the open, went back to collect the sow, and she was gone! No blood trail; just disappeared! I walked the whole canyon again, (on high alert, I must add!) but never found a trace of her. I just may be getting too old for this kind of fun!!