Hogs had been getting brave around the cattle company, With that cold weather last week I was seeing atleast 4 different groups during daylight hours almost every day. When I start knocking groups of hogs off feed bunks at 9:30am after the feed tractor comes through. It’s time to go run them around a little and knock them back off my feed Bill a little bit.
Carried sketch and Curtis the 2 old heads, and Shaw, Roach and gidgit. All pups 1-1.5. Plan was I knew right where hogs should be laid. We’d go slow. Cast to every group I could get us close to and we’d kill what we could off the group and when they started to really travel. Get dogs back and go try another group.
7:15 am Saturday fog was thick and I figured we were late to catch them in the bunks as it had warmed back up. Well I was wrong. Had hogs in my shipping barn when I went to get my quad as guys were collaring dogs at the shipping pens.
Sent Curtis Roach and sketch to a boar hog leaving bunks going through 2 loads of cattle I had lotted to go on trucks this morning. I was sure we were going to bay him in the one of my trap pastures. Wrong. He got the jump on em through the yearlings and 3+ miles and him trying to dump them on 2 different groups, they finally were standing on his head in what I can only assume was his home, we caught him in a nest. 150 lb made for running sucker I don’t think any of us got a picture of. Picture of track he made. We started him up top.
Glad we killed him, but sketch come up with a minor limp that would progress throughout the day, from what I now believe to likely be a broke toe, and put way more miles on old man Curtis than I planned on him having by lunch. Let alone the first hog.
Went back to the trailer and let them water and rest a half hour.
Next we headed to the railroad as I was pretty sure it was a group laid there. I was pretty wrong. We casted, they leave towards the river, hit the river and get about half way across the G3 bottom when they open up. Bayed. I’m there first and try to video as they have a really good boar perched on top on the river bed and they are looking up the bank at him. He sees me and try’s to break. About 80 yards is all they let him make it. Rhett and my brother catch up with one of the rifles. Hand it to me and I put an end to it. Finally a good boar out of here. I figured him around 240. Been seeing him since Christmas.
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