Hog hunting in the swamp in North Baker County Florida, I had been tracking a big one from hammock to hammock. This involved wading through deep water in the swamp, then pulling up onto one of the little island like hammocks, crossing that, and back into the swamp.
As I pulled up onto one hammock, the darn hog was sudddenly just above me on the bank, coming at me. I shot him with the .44 Ruger FlatTop muzzle in his mouth. His momentum carried him forward, and over the edge of the bank. He fell on top of me, crashing and thrashing. I was not sure at first if I had even killed him. I was carried under by his momentum and weight.
After fighting out from under the carcus, and finding my old Ruger, I was able to drag him out of the water and up on the bank. I cut off the best parts, and left the rest. I had to wade out of the swamp, about two miles, carrying the backstraps and hams.