Went Saturday morning to a wheat field on the river. Found some rooting that looked like it was from early the night before. I could tell the dew had fallen in it. Thought about looking for some fresher sign, but figured the hogs would be somewhere fairly close. Turned the dogs out to see what they could do with it. I watched them on the garmin, and started cussing myself pretty soon. They were rolling out quick, and the property we were hunting was only about 800 acres. We have permission for everywhere surrounding there, except for 1 high-dollar Florida boy (no offense to all of ya'll on here. haha) huntin club that backs up to it, and of course he was headed right for it. Luckily the dogs got him stopped before he got there, about 50 yards from the property line. It actually ended up pretty nice, because there's a road that runs the property line. Made for a short drag. Ended up catching 2 more sows, but they were a little further in the swamp. Didn't drag them out for any pics.
Decided to make a short run Sunday afternoon. Went to a place where a buddy's dogs got cut down on Saturday. He said his pack was out of commission, and wanted me to bring a few dogs and see if we could catch the culprit. We turned out, and the dogs got gone quick. This was some beautiful woods, about 7,000 acres of swamp and hardwoods, but there were ABSOLUTELY NO roads. Dogs headed south down the swamp in a hurry. We'd walk several hundred yards, and they'd be several hundred yards in front of us and usually headed away from us, covering way more ground than we were. The majority of the time, they were far enough out that the Garmin couldn't pick them up. They finally got him stopped. Garmin showed bayed at .84 miles, so we picked up the pace and headed that way in a hurry. Sent the bulldog from about 80 yards, heard him hit and heard the hog squeel. We were all disappointed, and figured we'd caught a pig. We got there and it was anything but a pig. Don't know if this was the cluprit that did the damage the day before, but definitely had the tools to be him. Checked the garmin, and we were 2.23 miles from the truck. A lot of walking, but well worth it. We did a little cutting on him and brought out the head.
