Monday was forecast to “not” be that hot, so I figures this was my best chance to get the dogs some woods time. I took them to the spot I’ve been hunting recently, I start walking and dogs are in three different directions doing who knows what. I get them all collected up and going in the right direction.
This place is rough, I can feel the briers slow cutting into my forearms as I push through it. All the dogs are out hunting, even that lazy bum Hondo, so I know the hogs are around somewhere. The ground is dry now, fresh sign is hard to discern, we keep pushing, the dogs keep working still no hog yet.
After a couple hours, 4 of them head out and Dan is off to my left, then I hear barking at about 270 give or take, then the sound of a shoat cracks the air. I start going to them and I see Dan coming, he ran past me straight to the action. I push bush all the way there. They’ve got one hemmed up in some vines and junk, I leg the pig and the three male dogs are playing tug o war with me and I ain’t winning. I maneuver to where I can make the stick and get it done.
On the way out there was a guy there from Texas of all places squirrel hunting. He told me just before we got to the road a group ran right by him, two big sows and a group of smaller ones. I just loaded them up and got out of there, I know they like that area and prefer to leave some seed there and not drive them out of the country.
It’s a great day to be alive.







