After the sun sets, the full moon pops up over the far bluff. I decide to blow a few notes on the hog call I had bought a while back and am quite surprised to hear a return snort in the far distance. I scoot myself a chair down by the river and spend the next hour or so blowing on my hog call. The hog continued to snort back and moved itself to just across the river from me in the wooded area I had ventured into earlier. After a while, a few more distance snorts moved in closer and I was having a "hog snortin' conversation" with at least three different hogs just across the river from me. At one point, the bushes just next to me started move around and my heart kinda skipped a beat. Did one of these hogs actually come across the river without me noticing? I shined the light into the bushes and a little armadillo came out to say hello to me too. Maybe he thought I was trying to call him. I eventually went on to bed in the tent and heard those hogs calling from across the river all night long wondering where the heck I had gone.