So I fall asleep watching TV. Wife wakes me up with "are you gonna check the fields before bed?" OK, dress in black and out the door at 10pm. No hogs in peanuts, nothing in cotton, must be deer in the planted pines area, as the heat signatures are rather close to the owner's shooting range like the deer often are. However, they don't raise up their heads like deer...hogs! They are scattered about. Closest adult one is about 18yd into the weeds from the edge of the freshly mowed shooting range area. Wind is perfect, no moon visible, nice quiet walk through short mowed grass to the edge of the range. Wait for the hog to momentarily stop rooting so I can see the head and neck. Bam in the neck and drops right there. 120lb boar. Back home at 10:46pm.