Story - Hog Hunt(ish)

You never know what you are going to see when you are out in the wild. We all split up for a morning muzzleloader hunt. I climbed a tree by an old pond and waited for the sun to come up. After not seeing anything for a couple hours, I spotted what I thought was a deer running down a trail towards me. I threw the gun up and when I got the crosshairs on it I realized it was a little brown calf. All the cows were supposed to have been moved from this property, but I guess a couple got left behind. I hunted a little while longer before deciding to come down. I decided to cut up a ridge through a higher field on my way back to camp and when I got to the field edge I saw what I thought was a bear run off into the woods. I checked out the trails and found a spot to sit for next time. We went back to camp and hung out for a while. Robert and Amy doubled, so they weren't even going to hunt that evening. I just took the fourwheeler to the top of the hill, backed it into some briars, and sat there on it enjoying the scenery. About an hour later I saw something black out of the corner of my eye about 20 yards away. I thought it was a lab or wild dog at first, but when I got a good look at it I realized it was a hog. I threw up my gun and shot all in one motion before it went off into the briar thicket. After about 10 minutes I hopped off the fourwheeler and went to see if I could find the blood trail. I followed blood into some pretty thick woods, but when I realized I was crawling around on my hands and knees tracking a wounded hog I decided I should go get some backup. I raced the fourwheeler back to camp, hit the brakes sliding the back end around, yelled "I shot a hog! Bring a gun!", and took off without the wheels ever stopping. Robert and I ditched the muzzleloaders and headed into the brush with the pistols. About 80 yards into the tracking, we heard the hog running in the thicket with us. We decided to leave my hat as a marker and get back out to where it was more open. Before splitting up, Robert got his lip hung on a little shop of horrors briar and I had to come to the rescue. We got up to the edge of the field about 80 yards apart and I heard Robert start shooting as the briars and buck brush were splitting about 30 yards in front of him. I ran back to get the fourwheeler so I could drive around the briars and look down in them. I found the hog and he wasn't moving.
Robert: Shoot him!
Me: He's already dead!
Robert: Shoot him anyways!
Me: *POP* He's still dead!