As the sun went down on a warm Oklahoma night the desolate air was pierced with the high-pitched squeals and whines. Almost like something from a horror movie, wild hogs were out and about in full force around our tree stand. When the dinner bell went off at the gravity feeder, it was as if it were clockwork, and the hogs demolished the feed. I had prepared my rifle by resting it on the safety bar of the tree stand, found a hog through the crosshairs of my scope, pushed the safety to "fire", and BAM! The 6.5 Creedmoor bullet exited the rifle barrel at a high velocity, and before you could blink a hog was on the ground—a perfect shot right into the vitals of the beast. A moment later another hog came running out, this time it was much bigger than the last. The same process as before, I found where I wanted to shoot the animal, and BAM! This time the hog did not fall. It was not even phased by getting nailed right in the shoulder by my 6.5 Creedmoor. When I hopped out of the stand to check for blood, there was none to be found. This is when I realized how tough of an animal the feral hog is, and it piqued my curiosity on how a once domesticated farm pig could turn into a beast capable of millions of dollars in damages and spread like wildfire.