Come to think of it, those are my dogs. I ran that monster for two days straight, catchdog died of heat exhaustion. I had no choice but to jump on him with just my iron will and fist a blazing. I fought him for 3 hours before I finally got the upper hand. He cut my left arm off with one quick swipe of his ivory. My trusty brindle dogs kept him at bay while I sewed my limb back on with nothing but thread from my socks and a thorn. I went back in and managed to subdue the beast. I was 50 miles out in the swampy Louisiana bottom. I hoisted the 1200 lb monster on my shoulders and had to carry him out alive. My wife was pretty upset that I had been MIA for 4 days straight, but I think it was all worth it.
If you gonna tell a story, tell a story.
(All of this is not true and these are in no way shape or form my dogs. This is just for entertainment purposes.)
