Quartering away at 90 yards, the pig had no idea I was there. I had stumbled upon him heading into my morning stand. Wind in my face, I made a fast crawl to 35 yards, sat up, propped the crossbow on my knee, and plugged him. The adrenaline was running high from the stalk and I pulled the shot left. The pig ran about 20 yards and tipped over dead. The damage from the 125-grain Rage Hypodermic Crossbow head was absolutely devastating. The bolt, unfortunately, hit the pig farther back than I had hoped. It entered in the guts low, just before the crease of hindquarter, and the 2-inch blades expanded, cutting the underside clean open, bisecting the animal lengthwise and passing through the opposite shoulder.