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« on: October 07, 2019, 11:42:41 am »

Sitting here bored and wondering what is the strangest or wierdest places you have bayed hogs in. I have bayed them in culverts, underneath bridges,  in hollow trees, under a house trailer on a Sunday morning with the people getting ready for church. lol, but the strangest was we bayed a boar up one night under the roots of a huge water oak. Wind had pushed the tree about half way over and there was about a 10" cavern underneath the root system. Where do these hogs find these places? lol
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« Reply #1 on: October 07, 2019, 11:53:14 am »

Under a truck in a junk yard Mr. Mike,,,, it wasn't fun at all to deal with..     
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« Reply #2 on: October 07, 2019, 11:57:12 am »

Lol I've done those places too, except under the house. I did bay a boar in an abandoned barn once. My strangest, nastiest, whatever you want to call it was in a dead cow carcass.  The dogs bayed a sow and some shoats that were literally backed up inside the  chest cavity. You talk about funky, stinking and nasty, it was one I'll never forget!

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« Reply #3 on: October 07, 2019, 12:15:57 pm »

Up against a house in a neighborhood... with all the neighbors watching.

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« Reply #4 on: October 07, 2019, 02:27:13 pm »

Years ago hunting with James and Dinah Psencik and a couple other folks we bayed a good boar hog completely underground below a big tree whose root system had all but washed out, I remember Mrs. Dinah hollerin about bayin an armadillo and next thing I knew I was looking down and could barely make out a snout and big teeth through the roots below my feet  Cheesy(i cant remember who else was there this particular hunt) but I know James and Mrs. Dinah were because we were on their place, we got a good laugh out of that one.
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« Reply #5 on: October 07, 2019, 07:05:50 pm »

I actually bayed one inside a house. We were hunting a corn field and the hog broke and ran out of the corn and fell bayed about 600 yards away but we couldn’t here them and I knew they were really close to the house. We got about 50 yards out and could barely hear them so I thought that they were bayed under the house or the porch but upon further inspection he was organically bayed on the porch and he busted out the full bay windows in the living room and we ended up catching him in the bathroom. He was a waspy boar that wrecked the dogs they had him between the tub and toilet. It was a bloody mess and I spent a week straight I g everything out with the owner lol


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« Reply #6 on: October 07, 2019, 07:42:10 pm »

Lmao, now that's funny

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« Reply #7 on: October 08, 2019, 06:56:46 am »

Boy joshg223 I bet you had to do some talking after destroying someones house that's a crazy dang story.
T-dog we've trailed hogs off carcasses but never bayed em inside thank goodness.Thats one you try to make break and run a little further.
Cajun we used to hunt a smaller cow lease property with a trailer park cut out right in the middle and use to bay em all over in that place at all hours of the day and night.We also bayed one under a root ball of a oak that had just been undermined by the creek I had zero communication with the dogs and could barely hear em baying we walked to it from a good ways and didn't realize what was going on until we were right up on em.it coulda been real ugly if it was a big rank boar under there but luckily it was just a littler sow.
We bayed a few in culverts but the scariest was the end of last yr when Hambone bayed this dang whopper of a sow probably 3-350 wayyyyy back in a culvert.I thought it was a boar when I was shinning my light in there it looked like it took up the whole culvert and her hair was standing straight up.At that time Dozer was exactly a yr and I had just started him and Hambone was 16-17months.When I sent Dozer and went in behind I was telling them to hold em tight boys please hold em lol it was pretty rough gettin a leg because I was at the head end with no way around the back Hambone and Dozer showed me what they were made of in there that night and I finally was able to get her stuck. She was as rank a sow as ive ever encountered.

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« Reply #8 on: October 08, 2019, 11:53:04 am »

Some good stories fellas. One time I went with some fellas I had just recently met we get to there spot and I had two bay dogs and a cd. They where messing around trying to get ready. They had a little stock trailer and was taking there wheeler off and I had already set a dog on the ground she was barking 20 feet from the truck out runs a hog and runs right in the trailer and some one shut the door. It was pretty funny. The converts are scary but they tend to happen a lot.


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« Reply #9 on: October 08, 2019, 01:16:51 pm »

Judge, you must have some of those herding dogs bred in your dogs. Those are some good stories.  I forgot about the time we bayed a big sow in a army bunker. Place we used to hunt had a bunch of Army bunkers in there.  There were about a dozen or so of these bunkers scattered out and the doors were rotted off about half of them.  We heard the dogs bayed and started to them and then we could barely hear them. Got to one of the bunkers and we could hear the dogs inside. These bunkers are about 40-50" square. Anyway we turned the catchdog loose and went in but could not see to good. Could have got hurt but we caught the hog in the dark once we knew which way she was facing and dragged her out. About a 175# sow.
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« Reply #10 on: October 08, 2019, 03:30:21 pm »

Lol. Cajun that’s crazy they had a bunch of them thing on south fort Polk. Probably the funniest hunt ever was a buddy of mine has the biggest ego you have ever seen times ten. He had brought a few high class girls and some vendor he was dealing with. We had a split bay me and my son went on to my dog caught the hog and was headed there was we got close and heard a good bay we walked up and could hear bunch of hooping and hollering there stands my buddy on the edge of the creek bout ten foot drop. Mind you it was mid February. He has a phone in his hand making a video talking big number 2 bout his dogs baying this hog. Ground gave way and down he went under the water in front of all those people as he was trying to get out of the water the guy looks at me and says what a dip stick lol. I bout had to call 911 I laughed so hard


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« Reply #11 on: October 08, 2019, 05:40:59 pm »

I’m enjoying these stories! Good thread cajun!

We were hunting a spot we frequented pretty regular once and the guy that ran the place, cow man, fence fixer, general head man for the rich folks that owned it. He lived on the property and always wanted the meat. Well we had a bay in a block of woods that a deep banked flood creek ran thru. It was dry most of the time unless it had recently had a good storm. He got to the bay and sent the bulldog a little before we were on scene. And jumped down it the creek and the hog was caught in a refrigerator that had made it way down the creek. The guy comes in a bit behind us while we were breaking the bulldog and says ‘ man that hog just knew he was gonna end up in the fridge’!
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« Reply #12 on: October 08, 2019, 05:54:25 pm »

I agree, these are good stories. Cajun I reckon your sow was just prepared for war

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« Reply #13 on: October 08, 2019, 08:51:55 pm »

Caught 1in a trap 1 time with no lid on it, 3 dogs jumped over and got the you know what beat out of em but had em caught. About 210 lb.boar hog . Found out who's trap it was and told him to put a lid on it or wouldn't be there tomorrow.  Had to open the door and grab hog leg and a dog tail and pull em all out . Trap wasn't big enough  to get in.
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« Reply #14 on: October 15, 2019, 08:56:53 pm »

The smallest post office in Texas...

I had a couple young dogs with one of my older dogs running a hog...we kept up as best we could when we came up against FM-1301 road and we stopped at the fence...we listened for a little bit...my dogs were really hammering when my buddy says I hope they aren’t in that pig pen killing pigs or across the hiway on one of those Shetland ponies...this was pretty early in the morning and once he said that it just hit me hard like someone hit me in the gut thinking about them two young dogs killing pigs and I was expecting gun shots at any moment...about that time his running RCD is heading that way to the bay...I jumped the fence and was running along the shoulder as fast as I could go...never mind the asbestos in my lungs I had to get there even though my lungs were on fire...I had to persuade the two younger guys to come on and help me get my dogs and they finally were coming up from behind...about that time a lone car was coming down the road and then she started slowing down like she was turning in about where the dogs were...
That bad feeling I had just got worse...then about a minute later I heard some serious screaming coming from where my dogs were fighting something... I was thinking they were killing a young colt or something like a farm animal...I thought quickly one hundred more yards and maybe we could get there quickly and prevent any dog killing if we could just get there...surely with them two 35 year old 200 pound youngsters that no one would want to kick our butts...I looked back to see how close they were but when they heard that woman hollering they turned tail and were running like scalded dogs back the other way...

When I was coming around the corner I was thinking pay enough money to minimize negativity on outcome of damage to farm animals...but then I saw a big boar hog banging against that little post office...she was the post office worker opening up on Saturday morning...she wanted to know if I was trespassing and wanted to ask a bit of questions...I politely said ma’am I will will speak with you once I take this hog down before he hurts one of the dogs...

I was really glad to see that big boar and not a farm animal getting killed...

Them ole boys took some serious ribbing over that hunt...
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« Reply #15 on: October 15, 2019, 09:40:27 pm »

My best dog in the last couple years...midnight was his name given to him by my grandson...ordinarily I don’t give those kind of names and in my older age I don’t name them until they earn it...

About a year ago we were hunting and caught a couple sows and shoat...I heard midnight open up and then tracked him for a while and went out of range...

I rode in that direction thinking I would pick him back up...no such luck and it left me wondering where to look next...I was close to truck so went that way to meet up with my hunting buddy...I got there and we talked a minute and kept checking for midnight on my alpha...nothing showing on midnight...I know midnight won’t give it up he will give it a good go at it...then I thought I heard a dog way off at a distance and it sounded like midnight...I get going in that direction and go a little over a quarter mile and stop to listen and the it seemed I passed up the dog so I checked the alpha and still not picking up midnight...I turn back and go back about 200 yards and I can hear him pretty close yet muffled...so I head towards the bay and turns out he was only about 30 yards from the shell road...he was in a big hole about 5 ft deep and   8 or 10 ft. In diameter...it was a perfectly round hole and depth looked uniform in depth as well...it was and old tree that had fallen over and the roots hand snapped perfectly in a round circle and all the dirt was still stuck on the roots and that explained the perfect looking hole...midnight was in the hole nose to nose with a 200 pound plus boar hog...I was reading the scene before my eyes...midnight did not display any fear...it was a controlled attack with confidence...I suited midnight for every hunt and he wore a read vest that was about ready for replacement...at that moment I thought I needed to video this scene...so I asked the kid with me how to video and he told me and so I thought I was videoing either the red dot on... midnight looked gray and so did the boar...the boar turned his head away from midnight like trying to bury his head in the back side towards the tree...we couldn’t reach in there so I sent the kid to the truck to get the shotgun and slug...I let the kid shoot the boar hog...

I found out my first video in the field didn’t work out...lol

I found out later that week that his lymph nodes were swelling...I thought it was an infection from the pokes he had under the chin so I put him on amoxicillin and sprayed cut heal and that normally takes care of things...but lymph nodes got worse and took him to the vet and it was lymphoma...I kept him alive to get a few pups and then I had to put him down at the vet...

My regret is I never got that video that he deserved for me to have to remember him by...I really liked that dog...
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« Reply #16 on: October 16, 2019, 11:01:19 am »

Keep the stories coming. Some of them are too funny. Highwater reminded me of this hunt and I actually wrote this about my Trapper dog on Plott news in March of 2013.
   One of Trappers hunts that stands out in my mind. We were hunting & Trapper had trailed this hog up & had him jumped. Everybody packed some dogs in & the race was on. We had run this hog about 5 hours & he hit the ship channel on us. Pat & I got over there & Trapper was already swimming after the hog. He was a good 20 minutes ahead of the other dogs. Pat & I watched him as he bayed the hog on the bank of the other side of the ship channel. We started catching dogs as they came up. When we got all the dogs caught we had to go load the 4 wheelers up & head around. Where Trapper was bayed was kind of a bad neighborhood. You have to understand we were hunting in New Orleans city limits & where the city ends, the marsh begins. Anyway Pat called a friend of his who is on the N.O. police force & he met us over there & had 3 squad cars & 2 motorcycle cops. Must have been a slow crime day in New Orleans.lol  When we get over there Trapper had moved into a junk yard & had the hog bayed up inside a old mini van. We'll the guy with the catchdog had already gone home a couple of hours before as it was already 90 degrees. The cops wanted to shoot the hog but we told them that Pat would go get his catchdog & we would catch him alive. Pat headed home, around 45 minutes from there & was back in a hour & a half. We just sat there about a hundred yards away & watched Trapper clock them off. He was hot & foaming at the mouth from the heat but he never let up. We sent the catchdog in & caught about a 200# boar. It was kind of a circus trying to get ahold of him in that mini van but I finally got a back leg & we dragged him out. Man those cops were having a field day. They had never seen anything like that. Anyway, that was kind of a normal day for Trapper. Over his career he pulled off all kind of stunts that amazed people. He was not perfect but he sure made things a lot easier.
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« Reply #17 on: October 16, 2019, 12:21:34 pm »

You should've started calling ole trapper dirty harry since he joined the police force. I'll bet he even asked that ol' boar, "well, do ya feel lucky punk?"

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« Reply #18 on: October 16, 2019, 12:43:07 pm »

I got in a little pickle by myself once. I took Yonder and 1 super green catch dog named Simone. She was on her second or third hunt and had only been on 2 hogs. The place I was hunting was all post oaks with a thick thick yaupon and wild chinese mulberry underbrush. Yonder bayed and I get up there with Simone to see a mountain of a man (hog) standing in the trail. Yonder on one side and myself and Simone on the other. I sent her and he swatted her like knat. She was an honest 80 pound athlete. When she landed she fired right back in. This happened 4 maybe 5 times and this hog isn't interested in leaving. He knew he was big and bad. Each time though you could tell she was madder. Finally I took a couple steps towards him as she was going back at him and it was just enough destraction for her to ear up. Plus we were on a pretty good hill side which wasn't in her favor either. He of course was working to get free of her and I legged him. I'm 6'2" so my hands aren't little. They could only cradle his legs. I got him turned and I rolled his big butt down the slope and started putting on the rope. I got her off and checked her over. She was bleeding out of her mouth pretty bad and when I looked, he knock 2 K9's completely out, root and all. The other 2 were broke off at the gum line. I drug the hog down the hill about 15 yards to a fence but couldn't load him. I called my dad and 2 nephews and it was all the 4 of us could do to pick him up to load him. They are bigger guys than me. Turned out to be a cut hog. He made quite a bit of sausage.

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« Reply #19 on: December 01, 2019, 10:54:03 pm »

I've had them bay in some less than ideal places, but one of the cooler ones was actually on one of my first outings with a fella who has grown to become my closest friend. We had already caught several hogs that evening and his dogs had been gone out of earshot for the better part of 2 hrs with no signal on the Wildlife system. We had run all over the property lines and up and down the county road when he finally got a little chatter on that radio system. We headed in the direction that the signal was strongest and eventually we got right on top of those dogs but could not figure out where the heck they were! We could hear a hell of a baying, snarling and teeth popping mess going on but it was muffled and near impossible to pinpoint where it was coming from.

Eventually we found the whole kit and caboodle had  actually fallen underground through a sinkhole created by an old metal culvert rusting out and collapsing in. The cattleman who leased that set of woods must have found this hole and covered it over with old lumber. It was a pile of lumber and rotten plywood, a foot of soil and then the culvert which had long been crushed on the ends and replaced with a newer ones a few yards away. The hogs had been walking down the debris and living in it when weather permitted I guess and those dogs were in it with no intent on backing off.


It was sure sketchy but that was the moment I realized id be obsessed with this pursuit for the rest of my life.
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