EAST TEXAS HOG DOGGERS FORUM

The other day me and James went hunting by ourselves. We had been hunting with friends and his cousin lately (guys) and when we go with other people I usually just take pics. So when we went out by ourselves, I asked James if he minded taking pics and I would go in and flip the hog. He said sure no problem. So the dogs bayed up a boar in a briar patch, under a fallen tree. After turning the cd loose, me and james ran out on this fallen tree and we were right above the bay. He said well, give me the camera and you grab the hog.
    I was standing there looking down and i said well they are kinda of in a bad spot for me to just jump down just yet, I said maybe if i....about that time, crack!!! The branch that I was standing on snapped and in an instant I fell down in amongst the hog and dogs!!! :o My heart was pounding. James hollared down to me, " you better grab the hog ". LOL I did manage to get the hog flipped and caught, but dang!!!! Talk about an adrenaline rush!!!!

Anyway I wanted to hear about some of yalls close calls.

Glad your OK, but thats funny, you act like Laci(Mrsketchemwcurs). She does the same stuff, she runs in there and she is worse than a catch dog. She don't care how big the hog is, she just wants to stick it. I could go on all day about her almost getting cut or falling back in a tree top with TY falling on the hog. That was a whisky night that they will never forget. Ok, I will tell you this one. Rookie had bayed 1.somthing miles and we were headed to him. Ty had been mixing Laci's drinks all night. Well we finally got to the bay turned Spanky loose, the hog started squeeling(Thank Goodness) so I knew it wasn't a big hog. So I run in and catch Rookie because if you don't catch him he will be gone after another one. We only had to run 50 yrds in the woods and I think Laci fell 5 times and Ty fell that many times and more because he was trying to help Laci up. I got to the hog and told Laci to stick it and when she was going for her knife, she fell back into a tree top and just laughed. So I hollered at Ty, Catch THE HOG! Well he bent over to get the hog and fell right on top of the hog, dogs and all. They were both just laughing trying to get up so I finally run back and stuck the hog and started pulling dogs off. WELL ONE THING, LACI DON'T DRINK WHISKY ANYMORE!!! LOL

 Now that is a great story!
Talk about a sink or swim situation! You had to cowgirl up in a hurry! lol. Good job!

Dj and mrs ketchemwithcurs like to experience the bay from every angle...including the hog's angle!

Glad no one was hurt. All kinds of crazy things happen in the woods.

Cheers
M

took my wife and five year old hunting one morning and the dogs got one stopped a few hundred yards down a creek.  I got close, turned the catch dog loose, and saw that they were caught on a pretty decent boar in the middle of the creek, in what looked like just a little wide spot.  Water was so muddied up that I couldn't tell how deep it was.  I ran in to leg the hog, and the water was barely over the soles of my boots, and then I hit the bowl shaped part they were caught in.  It was all slick rock, and my feet shot out from under me, and I slid under the hog all the way up to my hip pockets.  The catch dog was shoulder to shoulder with the hog and had his back feet braced up against my leg pushing away from me for all he was worth.  I finally got myself pulled out from under the hog and back on my feet but it was so slick I couldn't stand very good to leg him, so I wound up just grabbing one back leg and sticking him while he was still standing. 

man, i thought i was the only one with bad luck.  i got nicked one time but that wasn't bad.  the worst i had it was out on the prairie between Victoria and Edna.  This is the main reason I don't care to hunt at night much anymore. 

We were hunting some land with a bunch of scrub oak and yaupon (and thats about it).  Dogs had bayed off a pretty good way (only had telemetry...no GPS)  we went to em and started into the thicket and could hear grunting but couldn't see anything. we turned the catch dog loose and we heard him hit then a whole bunch of racket pigs running everywhere.  well my dumb butt was standing in the only trail  through that mess and here comes some hogs straight at me.  Thank god that stuff was thick cause i jumped (as high as my big butt could) and landed on top of the weave of brush as the pigs ran by.   it was like deja vu but this time i didn't get hurt....just my pride when they came out to find me laying on top, shakin like a leaf.  lmao  it's a funny visual if you've ever seen me in person, i'm not the lightest guy around.  i'm not sure how many or how big but we caught a giant 80lber.. :-[   it makes me a little nervous now not being able to see what's where in the dark.  i bought a serious headlamp after that incident. money WELL spent.

Back in 92 I had a buddy, his dad and brother on a hunt with me. It was his dad and brothers 1st trip hog hunting and they were convinced that Kevin was just trying to scare them about the big boars we had been catching. They macho-ed up and wouldnt listen to anything I tried to tell them that day and it got crazy to say the least. Kevin and I both had to take risk we normally wouldnt have just to keep his dad and brother out of trouble. We barely managed and Keven ended the day at the emergency room with the crotch ripped out of his pant wile I doctored dogs.


We bayed the meanest dang boar hog I have ever ran across that morning!
He bayed real good until he could see us. Soon as he laid eyes on us coming to the bay, he would send dogs flying and he was after us! My catch dog got wrecked right out of the box and the next 3 hour was just plain crazy! I had the silly impression that I could actually rope this hog like I had quite a few before him. Not this demon!!!
 
At one point just after the dogs found him I had jumped up on a blow down and Keven tried to shimmy a small tree when the boar charged us. The problem with that was, Kevin hung the seam of the crotch of his jeans on a tree knot. He couldnt get up and he couldnt get down, leaving his legs a little lower than he cared to have them.
The dogs stopped that boar and bayed him right under that tree!
I was hooten and hollering like an idiot just having a good ole time watching my dogs work that monster with Kevin above them in that tree!
I was joking around with Kevin telling him to jump on the boar and ride him, when all of the sudden, ignoring my dog completely the boar turned toward the tree and raised up on it like a "treed coon hound". I will never forget how tall that hog looked to me! I am short but he was far taller than me and seemed to be as wide as a jon boat!!!
Kevin tried like hell to keep his legs out of that boars mouth but it managed to bite him on the calf with his front teeth. He didnt get a tusk in him but the boar bit him so hard that it split his skin bad enough for plenty of stitches later that day in the ER!.
I swear he was screaming like a woman! You would have thought that boar was gutting him just to hear it!

Not exactly a close call but Kevin's injury could have been so much worse. My dogs went nuts when that boar bit him and so did I for that matter.
I jumped out of the tree and tried to line backer that big rascel! I knocked him off the tree with a body block but he recovered and almost got me in the process when I was hightailing it away from him! Lets just say he helped me right back up into that blow down I jumped out of.
The guys said his snout went right under my butt as I was jumping up and he catapulted me back up in that blow down. I just kept climbing trying to get some distance between me and that crazed SOB. All I could hear was dogs barking and limbs popping beneath me until he decided to leave.
I still cant figure out how he didnt get a tusk in me! He was sporting close to 3 inches on both sides. I ended up sending Keven and his dad back to the truck to get a gun to shoot that boar.
That boar managed to injure all 3 of them that day and Kevin's dad and brother swore they would never hunt with me again. I told them no problem, that I didnt like to take people hunting that refused to listen to me!
There is a lot more to the story but we managed to stay friends and we laugh about it now.
I have had more close calls than I can remember but, I will never forget that boar hog as long as I live!.....He was the devil!!!

Thanks for sharing everyone, those are some really good stories. Some of them are hillarious! :D Glad to hear that no one got hurt too bad.

Ktchemwcurs, me and Laci might have to make a hunt together, she sounds like a lot of fun. ;D I think we would get along great.

I helped barr my first hog last Saturday and had a close call.  He was about 250lbs with a 3-31/2 inch cutter (one was broke off), 3/4s of a front leg, and a BAD attitude.  We had him caught and hobbled next to a blown down tree. This is in a small opening in some very thick briars. 

I held him down with my knee above his front shoulder and my hands just below his bottom jaw.  My buddy did the barring.  The whole time the hog was fighting to stand up.  My buddy finishes his work and takes off the hobbles.  He says lets run to the right.  He starts counting.  When he gets to two I realize for me to run the direction he wants me to go I would have to cross over the hog's back while it's trying to stand. I don't think this is a good idea so I went right a few yards and jumped up on the blowdown. 

Well the hog stands up and looks around.  Uh-Oh !!! He sees me and charges right along the  blowdown.  I am standing on the lowest part and would have to run straight towards him to get any higher.  When he got even with me he turned and came right at me.  All I could do is jump.  i jumped staight over him hoping he would keep going in the direction of his momentum.  Not so.  He turned and gave chase.  I was running before my feet ever hit the ground.  But when they did I busted my butt. 

Now I find myself on my back.  I am actually on my hands and feet face up trying to run away.  I  am convinced not to let this hog get on top of me.  The hog keeps coming so I kick him square in the snout.  He backs up, shakes it off, and comes back.  I kick him again right between the eyes.  The hog does the same thing.  This time when I go to kick he grabs my leg.  His cutter went in right on the side of my achilles tendon and sunk almost to my ankle.  I stop moving and start trying to get my knife.  The hog let me go, turned, and left.  I don't think I stopped screaming the whole time.

We finished hunting (caught 4 more). I figured I should get some antibiotics so I went to the doctor.  He ended up digging in my leg for 45 mins to get a piece of the tooth out.  Someone asked me if I bit the hog back.  My response was, "once he got a taste, he decided he really didn't want to try his luck."

After the Doc cleaned me up
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Glad you made it out alive! :o and not crippled up! Always drag the hog over next to a tree that you can easily get up in and release him facing away from you.  I had to hug a tree and make a few laps around it because of a hog we barred. LOL

Out in California a tree hugger is someone who wants to save the trees...In the south, a tree hugger is a redneck tryin to get away from a wild hog that just got barred! LOL ;D

Thanks for the tip, but it will be a while before I have anything to do with turnin a live hog loose. 

Mandi, I always say " If you not living on the edge then you taking up too much room" LOL

"hog bit" thats a heck of a story! I see you come by your board name honestly.
I had to laugh when you said you screamed the whole time. I had a small sow pin me down like that one time and I did a little screaming myself! lol. That cute sure looks nasty! I aint never been tusked by a hog and I hope I never do.
Barring hogs can be tricky business.

You guys have some great stories & I'm glad everyone came out safe & whole!

Hey dj...i'm ready whenever you are.....

Laci, I just sent you a pm  ;D

During the last TDHA torney we were hunting just outside of Eagle Pass. We went to an area where we'd got a pretty good size hog Friday night and let the dogs loose again. Well they struck another and the race was on. We ended up going around a mile before we found where they had bayed. Which was right next to a canal that was runnin pretty good. I turned my CD loose and he hit that big boar like a freight train and off the side into the canal went hog, baydogs, and the CD. So Pete my hunting patrner jumped in right after them and lost his headlight and flashlight on the jump in somehow. I got there just as pete gets on the boars back and starts riding it and trying to drown the hog. Well I jump in to help Pete and I somehow lose my light too. So going with what little light there was by the moon I just grab the hog not thinking. Well I somehow grabed both ears from the and when the hogs head comes back above water his snout and tusks are all that I see. I pulled his head under at the same time pete pushed him back under and that sucker somehow slung his head and got my right leg. Not too bad but bad enought for me to try to find my way back to the bank and about that time I hear pete let go and the hog is heading up stream with dogs on his tail the whole way. Pete yells to me that he's drownin. So I go back and pull him to the bank and we both lay there for a few minutes waiting for the rest of our team to get there, somehow they got on a different trail and it took them a little longer. The got there and never saw the hog again. But I do know one thing for sure now. Is that I am gonna think a little more before jumping in after a big hog in deep water with no light.

Wow Brw, that was a gutsy move!!! hows your leg?  Those hogs don't go down without a good fight.

Legs doin fine. Still a little sore but ready to get back down there and get back on him and keep him out of the water this time. He did a number on 4 dogs too. But there all doin pretty good.

I'm sorry but Dina I would have LMAO after I found out you were ok of coarse!!

 Chance, I wish you could have seen the look on Dinah's face when the branch broke and she was standing there with the hog and dogs. I think it really suprized her when that branch broke, because she had that O SH!T look on her face. The first thing she did was look up at me and I told her, you better grab that hog before turns around. I hate to say it, but after it was all over, I was laughing my butt off. I'm just glad she didn't get hurt.

That happened to me awhile back. Rick, Ty and myself went hunting. They killed the first hog. When we got to the 2nd one Rick grabbed it and I was about to stick it. Well the dang thing was covered in mud and very slippery. Rick's hands slipped a little and the hog spun around. He still had ahold of the hog but now I was straddling the dand thing. Rick was yelling at me to move but I was frozen in place. I couldn't move at all. I can promise you I probably had the "O SH!T" look on my face too. Ty finally grabbed my arm and jerked me out of the way.

LOL Laci, you seem to have my luck. ;D   And Chance its okay, James did laugh his ass off and if you were there you would have too, because it was funny as heck after it was all over with. I kinda wish we would have gotten that one on video. :o

DJ this is a classic post! I still can't quit laughin

DJhogdogger ........."Out in California a tree hugger is someone who wants to save the trees...In the south, a tree hugger is a redneck tryin to get away from a wild hog that just got barred! LOL"


Thats funny right there!

Glad that you enjoyed it. I kinda cracked myself up on that one.  ;D

Wow- where do I start on this adventure! Well, my wife and I decided to sneak away for a weekend w/o the kids to join GWS on this north FL hunt. My wife is a big outdoors gal, but likes taking in her "hunts" from relative comfort! I was a little worried about how she would take hit, but she had a blast!! Thanks to Frank King for all the work he did putting this together and I enjoyed meeting some new folks from this site.

On day one, we had a big crew of men and dogs, so Mr. Buddy tells me to suit up Chopper and take him and the yellow dog to help in the training in my 2 pups. I took him up on his offer and we rode for a while before we found a spot that had some fresh sign. Since my young pups don't have range yet, I wanted to get as close as I could. Our first drop and we walk in to a swamp about 200 yards when old yella dog strikes and we see shoats scattering. We also saw a wild turkey hen up close and personnel when she flushed from nest in our feet. We both needed new underwear after that! Well old yella dog takes one of my pups with her on a 700 yard run when the sow makes the mistake of running into an area covered by GWS and other hunters with a whole bunch of dogs. That hog did not make it out of gauntlet!

The next day we had a very laid back and late start. After covering a lot of ground with nothing to show for it, we decided to road for some fresh sign. We come up on "The Beast" which is what I call Buddy's big Honda. I call him to find that he is alone and several miles away. We agree to have one of us drive his ATV towards him as he is deep in a creek bottom hunting hard. We arrive at the homesite of the landowner to get out and try to locate a good location on GWS. We kill the bikes to hear dogs in hot pursuit of something directly below us in a bottom. I call GWS to ask if they would be on a deer since they are moving so fast, it was incredible the amount of ground these dogs were covering. Of the 3 Jags on this track, I only had one (Bart) on my GPS. We never saw the boar, but we saw the dogs only 100 yards below us, so we told GWS we were staying with them and moving around via the roads on the property to close in since we could not get down this "mountain" without rappeling gear!

We get on another road and immediately see 6 deer cross 20 yards from us. I am sitting there completely astonished that Bart would be running a deer and thinking how bad his "correction" will be when I inform GWS. Well, soon after the deer crossed and the dog never showed, I realize that the dog is not on a deer, they just got in the way of a running boar and were escaping the comotion. I get to the end of the road where the property line ends to see another slope only describable as a "dangerous decent" to get down. We park, get Chopper on lead, and head down the hill where level ground and the dogs are located.

Here is where it gets funny! Halfway down, I notice a flat spot of ground with a fresh boot print. We stop to notice it is a hiking trail cut into the side of this "mountain" and is marked w/ paint on the trees. I immediately tell her we will take this trail down to the bottom, then cut over to the bay. The dogs have now been bayed for about 10 minutes when I hear people talking! I look up to see a middle age man and his tree hugging wife coming down the trail - complete with hiking sticks and sweaters tied around their waist! It was funny to see the look on their faces when they run across a husband/wife team in rubber boots with a cajun accent and firearm, holding a mean looking 100lb pitbull in a kevlar vest!!!!

I inform them of our intentions to get down this hill and polietly ask them to keep a lookout for a boar with dogs attached to his rear end. This city slicker's wife will have nothing to do with that and promptly does a 180 degree turn and leave, all the while we are still freaking out we met someone else this deep in the woods! We make it to the bottom and are 200 yards from the bay. We make our way through the woods and I checked my GPS multiple times, still showing Bart holding his position. We get 65 yards from the bay, still can't see the dogs and cut Chopper loose since I can no longer hold him. The sound that was made when he hit that hog will not soon be forgotten. We arrive to find him latched on to a big boar, which I originally thought was a sow since I did not see any cutters and this pig was fat like a south LA sow. I leg the pig, then kneel on it while I get prepared to dispatch it. Chopper still has the boar by the ear and Bart was playing his best to be a catch dog at this point also. I am in the process of getting my knife out when the pig gets up on all 4's while my 220# fat a$$ is on top of him! My wife thought things were getting bad and offered to shoot him, but I reminded her I was sitting on him!!! She held offf on the trigger and I was able to put a knife to him thanks to my best friend Mr. Chopper!!!! I am entirely too old and too out of shape to rodeo wild boar any more!

The only thing funnier than seeing the faces of those hikers was trying to see my fat butt get back up that mountain!!!! Had a blast and can't wait to do it again!!!!

Cajunjag, that story was funny. Wonder what the heck was going thru those hikers minds. lol  :D No telling what kind of story that hikers wife was going around telling people.  ;D >:D

LOL! Thats what I was thinking!!! Good story!