Well, the story goes like this, once upon a time in eastern central Texas, a wanta be hog hunter was fixing to cast his young dogs to see if they could aggravate him. Well before he could get them collared, he heard dogs baying in the distance. He knew there shouldn’t have been anyone on the place where it was coming from and since he knew that he went to investigate. When he got over there he drove up within 100 yards of a pack of dogs, 7-8 total, giving a boar hog the blues. When I tell you these dogs were working that hog like a pack of wolves I mean exactly that. It was like watching National Geographic or Wild Kingdom. Not one dog had a collar on and when they saw me they did light a shuck getting out of there. I sent my Nala gyp and caught the hog before he could run off. He MIGHT have weighed 150 pounds. He was fleshy but I think pretty old. He didn’t have any power and his teeth were long and curled back on one side with the other being pretty long too.
I’m guessing they weren’t broke off from fighting because he just wasn’t man enough to contest the better boars anymore. Y’all would’ve been impressed with these lab/collie/ who knows what else hounds. I think I know where they strayed from so next gyp that comes in is going to get dropped off. Heck a little more collie isn’t going to hurt my pot lickers.
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