I had a Catahoula named Skipper that my daughter (at the time she was 16 years old) arranged to get for me from Mr. Mason. Skipper was a surprise gift from her to replace a pup I lost to a snake bite. Skipper was not one of those high powered dogs. He was short range, worked well in hot sign, and would strike a hog from time to time. He was truly more of a help dog that would fly to a bay and get as nasty as needed to keep the hog bayed. What made him special to me (other than the previously mentioned gift) was he was all heart and he was my dog (meaning he would only hunt with/for me). On the last hog he bayed, we walked the dogs back to the trucks and put them up prior to retrieving the hog. We took an empty truck back to get the hog. I had Skipper clipped to the top of the dog box of a truck we left at our starting point. As soon as we were out of sight, he slipped his collar and followed us a mile to where the hog layed.
Ironically, I lost him to a snake bite earlier this year. While I miss him everytime we hit the woods...I undoubtedly think of him every time we get a whiff of skunk
Skipper with his final hog
