Several years back we had one in our club. We were hunting at night (because of the heat). He would cut all the dogs down, and just vanish. We ended up going in the daytime. Trailed him right to his bed. The fight was on. We let him leave. An hour later we put back on his track. They bayed up. We sent the world to him. DOG PILED HIS FAT TAIL. That was a good day. I replay it in my mind from time to time. We finally beat that beast. Man, that was a worthy hog. Very gratifying knowing we finally got the best of him.
