Well Saturday Dad and I had planned to make a trip to the Route bottom near Chappel Hill, as they had a decent rain down there a day or two before and had been seing lots of hogs. So I met dad at camp to pick up his dogs and we had a flat on the trailer and no spair and did'nt want to go all that far with no 4-wheeler. So I said lets just get the boat and go across the river to the Lyons Place where we had'nt hunted in several months, so Dad grabbed Monk and two of his young dogs and I had my two allong and we took the boat to the river, collared the dogs, launched the boat, and hurried across. When we got to the other side, two of dads dogs left on something and got out of hearing quick but we did'nt have any way to find them because we left the reciever on the other side. So we kept hunting, going down river with my two and the young female he had allong. We hunted allong through the big bend for a mile or better where the river had turned more to the south east. About that time, the Dove hunters started up and my spooky Joe dog don't like gun fire unless he is looking at a hog so he started sulking around us. We made it to the edge of Mr. Lyon's big hay medow and found it grown up with 6 foot tall Johson Grass where we stopped and listened for dads two that were still out and wondered what our next move should be. About that time my Paris Gyp who had been out for a while checked in and went down into the cut between the hay meadow and the river and she opened not too much later. Dads young red gyp got to her and Joe got over his sulking and went too her also, and we had a bay. The were in some thick vines and I spooked the hog when I got close to the bay. Its been so long since I seen a good bay.....I got too moving too fast. So the hog took to the River with Just my two on him now, Paris and Spooky Joe, and they bayed him on the other side . I found a shallow spot right down stream and waded it. Walked back up to the bay and took my shot. This was a Nice Hamp. hog with four stocking feet and white on his nose He was young, but pushing 180 or better with inch and half cutters, he would have been a good hog in a few years. Checked dogs and no cuts, drug the hog down stream to come back later and get him, then waded back across. Dads dogs came in on our way back to the boat.
Picks were after we came back from the other side to get him.
Close Up
Spooky Joe at the House
Ended my Dry streak wich lasted way too long.
Waylon
