Within 25 yards I found blood, but there wasn't much of it. I tracked the sign through a berry patch, saw something black in the brush, and crouched down to look. As it began to walk directly toward me, I realized that it was a cub. My mind raced-had I shot the mother by mistake? No, the one I'd shot at had definitely been bigger than the sow. I suddenly realized that somewhere in the woods with me were a mother and two cubs, along with a wounded boar. This was the first moment that I felt like I could be in trouble.