Clint, funny story, couple yrs ago we were riding the paved road on the outskirts of our club heading in another gate to get in... As I'm driving along, I see something large and black running right beside the truck... it was a big old boar bear(very uncommon for these parts), and I mean BIG! Well, I slammed on the brakes as we watched him peel off into the club... my friends look at me and ask "what do you want to do??"
"Drop the box" I says...lol and the race was on, they burned him for a ways, baying every couple of minutes.... the whole time "ol' Blue"(seasoned catch dog snapped on top the box) would go nuts thinking it was a hog... Well, he finally busted loose on one of the bays....and that was the end of blue
My Ellie dog was the only one we got back that night, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat.(Except for the CD thing..)
I feel a big game dog is a big game dog, no matter the quarry. Hog, bear, cougar, you name it, my dog better bay it.
