Chance and I wanted to hunt with our buddies the other night but Adrian kicked us out just because our dogs are a little open on the track. So we dumped an old McPherson hound best known as the silent assassin (Frosty) with Chance’s blue tick (Dan) and my walker (Wild Bill). They hit this boar and took him about half a mile and he bayed up in a creek. We sent a couple cds in and got him killed. Our buddies dogs show up at the bay as we all were hunting the same ranch so we had a little discussion on who’s dogs actually got him stopped. Adrian is still saying that his lacy (Woody) got him shut down.
So Chance and I call it a night and head to the truck. As soon as I get home they send me the pic of this spotted boar they caught. He had bigger teeth but he probably wasn’t near as rough as the one the hounds had to stop.
