PORT ARTHUR — No other animal roaming the great state of Texas brings out more humor in situations than hogs.

I know it is hard to imagine such an ugly, potentially dangerous creature tickling the funny bone but it is not the hogs doing this. It is the people pursuing them.

A few backs month my book Hog Wild hit the market and the most popular chapter has been my wild hog adventures.

 It amazes me how so many people have had similar experiences with hogs and are always willing to share them.

One of my personal favorites involves my good friend Lewis “Bubba” Hogan. We have been friends since third grade and have had many adventures together.

Back around 1996, we were hunting a ranch in Jim Hogg County for javelina and feral hogs where only bows or handguns were allowed. On the last day of the hunt, Hogan and I were stalking down a sendero and came to an intersection. To our right about 200 yards down were six javelina feeding on corn someone had thrown in the middle of a food plot.

The problem was there was no way we could get down there with our bows and get a shot. It was just too open from the direction we had to come from, so Bubba and I agreed it would be best for me to crawl on my belly and take a shot with my handgun, a .357 magnum.  I knew the wind was in my favor and the animals would not see me as long as I stayed low to the ground. Drawing a bow back would be impossible without spooking them but pulling the hammer back on this single action pistol would be no problem at all.

It took me about 10 minutes to make it within 75 yards of the hogs and I knew if I made it another 25 or so I could make a clean shot and take one of these cool little critters. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I swung around fully expecting to see a rattlesnake and saw that a broadhead was pricking my calf. Hogan had crawled behind me the whole time and did so very stealthily I might add. He was supposed to have stayed back at the intersection but had other ideas. I shoved the arrow away from me and told him to stay still. I was quite angry at this point because my leg was bleeding and I could not believe he did not stay put. Then it got worse.

All of a sudden, Bubba rose to his feet and drew back his bow. We had closed the gap to 50 yards by now but Bubba was only sighted in for 30. I went ahead, pulled back the hammer on the pistol, and steadied for a shot.

I will never forget the javelina looking toward him like, “What the heck are you doing man?” just before he released his arrow and it skidded under their bellies. They scattered before I could ever get a shot and I was left bleeding (and) laughing all at the same time.

After I said a few choice words and bandaged myself, he explained he was scared to stay by himself so he figured it was safer with the gun and me.

His level of courage in the outdoors has risen but I am still telling this story nearly two decades later.

Can you blame me?

I have forgotten the details of many hog and javelina hunts that story will live on as long as I do.

(To contact Chester Moore, e-mail him at  cmooreoutdoors@yahoo.com. You can hear him on "Moore Outdoors" Fridays from 6-7 p.m. on Newstalk AM 560 KLVI. you can find him on Facebook at www.facebook.com/extremewildlife. )