YOUR FIRST HOG KILL

I really don't remember my first kill, and we don't always stick the hogs anyhow. I do remember my most memorable hog though. We were hunting with Mike, Matt, and our neighbor kid Roolie. The dogs bayed up down a fence line, but there were some strange headlights we'd seen on the road inside the ranch. As the guys headed over to the bay, I thought I might need to stay in case I needed to talk to someone since that truck was heading our way up the road. I stayed on the road with a catchy cur dog on a leash.

All of a sudden, Blue opened up with another dog of whom I didn't recognize the bark. They were hammering on something in the tall grass, but all the guys and the catch dogs were about 100 yards away at the first bay. I was hollering that we had another bay, but they couldn't hear. I cut the catchy cur loose, but she ran up the fence line to the squealing hog rather than to the bay dogs in the grass. Just then, I heard the hog rush the dogs, and one of the dogs caught. I ran to the grass and legged a fat little sow. I had hold of the sow with one hand, camera in the other, and in comes a bulldog. I'm yelling "caught hog!" and the guys head over surprised that I had caught ahead of the catch dog. That's when I got the dubious distinction of being about "quarter pit". It was a fun hunt, and we caught more hogs that night.

M