Me and jamison the yankee decided to hit the river bottoms last night,weather was perfect and the dogs were on some sort of a mission! Walked them into the back end of the property and my mick dog rolled out 1.2 miles steady and opened up,it was such a still night but could barely hear him,made our way to him in the thickest nastiest briars and deadfall i have ever seen,mick and jamisons dog mack had a good little sow caught when we got there. We were catching our breath and jamisons dog mack rolled out a half mile and opened up,got to him and it was the exact same deal,they had another sow caught in a brushpile. Nothing beats perfect weather on a friday night to kick the dogs out and catch some pork.
This is the first meat sow
Bulldogs ran a marathon through the thick stuff for a taste
Here is the second sow from the brush pile
Here is a wild yankee!!!
Old mick still getting it done
