Little over ten yrs ago, I finally got talked into trying this "hog dogging" thing :
(I think I'd had a couple beers
) First of all, the dogs impressed the hell out of me. Big, athletic, functional dogs... I dug it. When they finally bayed one up, I couldn't help but to run in there like an idiot to help(I had no idea what I was doing)... Standing
right in the middle of the bay(like jumping in the middle of a bar brawl that isn't your fight
... yep, done that too...)...head high palmettos, pitch black with dogs fighting with a good boar. I beat the other guys to the bay by at least a minute and all I could do was sit there and soak in the intensity of the moment. I was real lucky that my eagerness didn't get me hurt. That's when I got the bug.
