I helped barr my first hog last Saturday and had a close call. He was about 250lbs with a 3-31/2 inch cutter (one was broke off), 3/4s of a front leg, and a BAD attitude. We had him caught and hobbled next to a blown down tree. This is in a small opening in some very thick briars.
I held him down with my knee above his front shoulder and my hands just below his bottom jaw. My buddy did the barring. The whole time the hog was fighting to stand up. My buddy finishes his work and takes off the hobbles. He says lets run to the right. He starts counting. When he gets to two I realize for me to run the direction he wants me to go I would have to cross over the hog's back while it's trying to stand. I don't think this is a good idea so I went right a few yards and jumped up on the blowdown.
Well the hog stands up and looks around. Uh-Oh !!! He sees me and charges right along the blowdown. I am standing on the lowest part and would have to run straight towards him to get any higher. When he got even with me he turned and came right at me. All I could do is jump. i jumped staight over him hoping he would keep going in the direction of his momentum. Not so. He turned and gave chase. I was running before my feet ever hit the ground. But when they did I busted my butt.
Now I find myself on my back. I am actually on my hands and feet face up trying to run away. I am convinced not to let this hog get on top of me. The hog keeps coming so I kick him square in the snout. He backs up, shakes it off, and comes back. I kick him again right between the eyes. The hog does the same thing. This time when I go to kick he grabs my leg. His cutter went in right on the side of my achilles tendon and sunk almost to my ankle. I stop moving and start trying to get my knife. The hog let me go, turned, and left. I don't think I stopped screaming the whole time.
We finished hunting (caught 4 more). I figured I should get some antibiotics so I went to the doctor. He ended up digging in my leg for 45 mins to get a piece of the tooth out. Someone asked me if I bit the hog back. My response was, "once he got a taste, he decided he really didn't want to try his luck."
After the Doc cleaned me up
