I go to crazy ends to hunt, in fact tonight I'm hauling 3 dogs to the river in the back seat of 92 cutless Ciearra cause my little toyota 4x4 truck needs a windshiled, I'll get stuck again in this car, end up walking miles to a place where we can catch a ride. I can't count the time, money and effort i've put into chasing a hog around this country, I've had some luck and lot's of long nights walking behind dogs or watching them road in front of a truck, my kids don't even ask any more " dad did you catch any hogs " now they just say " dad did you have fun " I must or I wouldn't keep beating my head against a wall to chase these hogs.
But it beats sitting on the couch playing X-box
