Last week we loaded the buggy, trucks and a gaggle of dogs and hit the new private spot I acquired. We proceed to get the buggy off the trailer, let the dogs out to do their bathroom business and get the party started. As we start loading dogs on the buggy we notice a few are MIA. They winded some hogs and were in the 600 range by the time we noticed.
We take what’s left and get going, we got to the edge of a field when a hog comes running out and stops about 20 yards from us. He’s lop eared about 130-150 lb variety, we dump some dogs on him. The dogs split and the closest is a shoat that got scooped up and dispatched. The next is my Dan dog and an old gyp and they’re a good ways off. It takes us a bit to cover the distance, we get there and it’s a boar about 140 or so. The old gyp doesn’t have enough teeth to chew ice cream and Dan was fighting him the whole time. The rest of the dogs get there and tag him out, he’s spent and I was wondering if he was done for the day.
We got to see some good dog work after that fiasco, but they couldn’t put the brakes on any of them. Today I went to my usual public spot, road the dogs to an area I want to check, not much going on so I start walking them in a loop to see if we can cut a track. We go maybe 300 yards and I hear dogs barking and b they ain’t mine. The dogs start going to them, I’m trying to convince them to come with me, I succeed in getting three of the five. Shortly after my phone is ringing, gentleman tells me where he’s parked and I get there, he comes out of the woods riding this tall mule and I was instantly jealous.
We visited for a while, talked dogs and went our ways. I dropped at another spot, nothing but old sign and no action. I load up and go to another place I know, start walking the dogs down this high line road. We get a few hundred yards in and the dogs dip into the woods. They go about 370 +/-, they start to filter back except Disco Dan. He’s still working that area so I just watch him on the garmin. After a bit he stops moving at about 360, we start to him as a precaution, we get to about 170 and I hear him barking. Dan is not a barking dog so I’m thinking we got us a Dozer boys. The other dogs get on scene and they got it caught up, I make my way in and grab legs, not a dozer but plenty good enough for the day we were having. Turned out to be a good size sow that appeared to be feeding in that area.
Dan and Pete take turns showing off their skills they’re learning, I was a proud papa today.
