About 4 o clock we rounded the 2nd group up and went to hunt some volunteer sorghum that the man who owns the grain said 2 big boars had been hanging out on a pond on the edge of a field. We are using all females at this point as 2 of Tim’s young gyps Tiny and Alley were in heat. We have sketch, Anne, Gidget, tiny, alley, and Misty.
Kick them down on the pond and Misty and Anne pull out and go to head to the brush. The other dogs go and bay one of these boars on the edge of the sorghum, before we can get over there he disappears on them. Well we send them ahead to Anne and Misty bayed and they fall in. As we are headed to them, that boar hog crosses our face headed back to the sorghum.
Catch about 150 lb sow with dogs and we head back to the buggy with all of them. At some point Anne slips off ahead of us and goes back into the sorghum and puts the boar hog back up. He bounces around in about 200 acres of sorghum for a good half hour. We pack some dogs to him and finally he runs all the way back to basically where they started him and bayed under a windmill in the sorghum. As Tim his cousin Clay and I are headed to them, the 2nd boar crosses the road in front of us leaving town. We take out after him through the middle of the sorghum but realize we don’t have any dogs to pack to him. So we pull off and go to dogs bayed. Cut cardi from 50 yards and she smacks him underneath the windmill. She got knocked off when he come out from under there but was caught again in about 10 yards. Good boar about 220. The Aussies were stoked. Was the best hog we’d caught all day. (I got to get the picture of this one)
We had about 45 minutes left of huntable day light so we figured what the heck. We went and turned out one more time where that other boar came out of the sorghum. Takes a little bit but sketch did what she’s been doin most of her adult life, and gave me everything she had. She trails this boar through a set of cows in an absolute dust bowl and shows bayed a couple hundred yards in to the brush. Help goes and we follow.
we get in there, send cardi and she hits and the woods come alive. He ran to a group and now it’s a scramble. If you’ve hunted for any length of time you know, catching a big boar once he dumps you on a group just about never happens. Every dog on the ground manages to stick this big boar coming out of the group. They run him 2-300 back into the sorghum and hang him. I was there in pretty short order to get him thrown and Tim and the rest of the crew got to walk in to a man laid on a his side. A heck of a hog to end the day on.
Tim ended up having to run cardi to the vet. Hog got up under her vest and cut her pretty good right through the arm pit. She’s going to be alright though. This ended up being far and away the best single day of hog hunting we’ve ever head. 14 or 15 with the dogs and a couple more with the buggies. Dogs really really jammed on em, which was a welcome confidence boost that we might still be on the right track, after gettin our butts handed to us by T-dog and his nephew a month or so ago.
After the conclusion of the hunt, we went back to the beer joint, partied with the whole little community and land owners. Played some music bingo, told a whole pile of lies and half truths. Finally 10:45 we had to bow out. Them Aussies don’t have a lick of back out in them and holy cow can they drink some coors light.
At some point in the beer drinking somebody said they bet we can get a picture with the whole bar. So we did.
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