Message #572976

[The Old Man]

Years ago there was a hog right here below the house that I had struck 2 different times in the same place and he would run around the end of the bottom, cross the big creek and bay in a bad thicket, but before you could get there he would run over a dog and leave, he had left a dog cut down bad enough on both occasions that I had carried them out. There was a young fellow hunting with me quite a bit and he brought 2 more fellows that had never been hog hunting to go with us. We were riding mules and left from my yard, we went down towards the creek and struck this same hog. We had 3 dogs, 2 of mine and a half breed pup I had accidentally raised and let the boy that had been hunting with me have. Sure enough they ran around the edge  of the bottom crossed the creek and bayed in the same thicket. While we were getting across the creek and up the steep slick bank one of the boys mules got down in the creek and he went completely under ruined his phone. During this the hog ran over a dog and left, once again one of my dogs did not leave the spot. I knew where he was going so we didn't follow the dogs over the hill but went back up the creek bottom, I told them he would come back to the creek a couple of miles up. Sure enough and true to pattern he did, somewhere the half breed pup had fell out and the one dog had the hog bayed when we got to where we could hear him, before we got there the halfbreed pup got back to him. We rode up there to within about 75 yds and I got off my mule and went to taking the cut vest off my little red bulldog, he hated a vest and with it on when I cut him to a bay he would trot off and stop and look at you then go on in slowly, without the vest he would fire and if the hog broke he would run with the dogs for hours.
That boy that hunted with me quite a bit asked what are you doing, I replied I'm doing my best to catch this hog I am tired of him wrecking a dog and getting away. I sent the bulldog and jumped back on my mule and we started their way at a trot, I heard him catch and hustled in there tied my mule up and went to catch the hog, he was wearing my little bulldog on his ear and still fighting at the baydogs. When I approached them he faced me, I noticed his eyes glowed red, I started to slowly circle him and he kept facing me, when I got 180 degrees I said to the guys, catch him he is facing me, nobody showed up haha. I quit moving and got real quiet and he went to slapping the bulldog around and turned away from me, I caught him. When I threw him I looked around and my normal hunting partner was right there to help, one of the new boys was coming down a tree the other was coming out from behind a big tree haha. We tied him down and drug him to the nearest road, while I was rigging him to drag we  noticed his cutters were broken off but his whets were extra long and nearly straight out, he had been cutting the dogs with his whets. He was a 250 or so Russian colored hog. We went back to the original spot of the bay and I tracked to my injured dog, he was hurt but not so bad he couldn't walk so I led him out "if I didn't lead him he would just lay down" he got well.
The next morning I went out to the trailer and was  looking the hog over, and he had sky blue eyes, nothing wrong with them and not a white hair on him I guess that was why his eyes glowed when you shined a light on him. I have only saw one more blue eyed hog and don't quite understand how it is possible but that doesn't change the fact haha.  I'll always remember the Blue Eyed Hog.
Before too long that fellow that hunted with me sold his dog and mule and quit the hog hunting game, but that halfbreed pup went on to make a real nice dog and gained quite a reputation, and changed hands 2 or 3 times. Still now and then someone will call and ask if I raised him and if I have anymore like him, I tell them no he was just an accident.