Not my hog by any means but got killed on my land when I was only in the 6th or 7th grade. Brother and I saw him going to school eating out of the feed bunks with a bunch of steers he took off running and busted the bottom wire on our fence. I called my pops and he called the Holubs. I remember coming home from school stopping on the side of the road hearing dogs baying and a lot of grunting. About 10 minutes later my dad came out of the woods with Clayton and Cullen Holub dragging this big SOB behind our four wheeler. And so began my love affair with hog doggin.
Weighed 464 I'm sure some of y'all remember this boar hog
Cullen, Clayton, and James Holub and my old man on the right.
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