Catching hogs and getting caught

I wasn’t afraid of getting beat up. I was afraid of getting beat up by a girl, lol. I originally thought she was a he when was looking down at her from the bank. When she tilted her head to look at me with that old side eye I could see that she had those inch long teeth but they were heavier like a boar hogs. My dogo is tall. I would guess 27 inches or better at the withers. She was a good bit taller than him. Age definitely is catching up. I’ve caught and hunted by myself plenty. I tied a Barr hog solo with only one GREEN catch dog on him years ago. He was easily four hundred +. I called for my dad and two nephews to come help me get him loaded in the trailer. That was four pretty dang stout dudes picking up and it was a lot for us. I don’t remember having nearly as much trouble with him as I did this sow. I don’t remember being as sore the next day either. When asked how I got sow skinned up and bruised, I can’t tell’em it’s from a little ole sow. I tell them it’s from the grizzly bear that was chasing her and wanted to take her from me after I had already done all the work to tie her. They say oh yeah, how’d that go for ya. I just tell’em I gotta bear skin rug outta the ordeal!

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