Deputy Dawg was asked to come hunt a place with a young guy and I was asked by him to tag along. We pull up and meet the guy and his grandfather, real nice guys. We head down the road to our spot, it’s a farm road down along the Little Brazos River. If I tell y’all it was dusty, we’ll that would just be a lie. You can see through dusty. This was so bad that we had to follow from at least a 1/4 mile if not more. When we got stopped you couldn’t tell what color the trucks or the trailers and buggies were. The dirt was caked on. Add that dust to the pollen off of the weeds and how insanely dry it is and I don’t know how a dog smells anything. We get the dogs cast and they are fanned out when Ray lights up. All the dogs, Ava,Outlaw, Rooster, and I don’t remember if the other guys dog was there or not, but it broke. It tried moving on Ray a couple times prior to the other dogs getting there. This time though he went about 800yds. By the time we get there, they have have him stopped in the right of way along the fence in the waist high goat weeds. They had had him caught but got tired or he made them back up one because they were caught at one point. He still wanted to leave but they weren’t letting that happen. We caught that boar, about 180. The dogs rolled out, Ray and his momma Ava, went one way and Outlaw and Rooster another. Ray and Ava got bayed again and the others made their way to them. This one made tracks too and in about 6-700 yards they had a sow caught, 100ish pounds and had what looked like probably 2 pigs sucking. That one was pretty rewarding in the fact that she was gassed. They pushed her so hard and fast that she was spent. We could hear some dogs barking, more than likely cow dogs as there were no houses their direction. Our dogs were headed to them so we toned them back and moved over away from them. We sent the dogs to get a drink and they went around the back side of this tank (pond) and hit again. This sucker ran immediately. Stop and go, stop and go, but at almost 700 yards she was stretched, about 130ish pound sow. We cast the dogs behind one more water hole and nothing so we loaded up. On the way out, we caught sight of a group at the tank where we struck the last hog. It looked like they had just came in from south of us. They seen us and took off. We dropped dogs and 3 went the direction of the group and Outlaw and Rooster went south across a pipeline right of way. They got bayed at about 600 but it broke. Then the other three got bayed about the same distance north. We went to them and caught a 50 shoat in a wild lemon tree thicket. Ole Outlaw and Rooster finally got out ran. Rooster is young and Outlaw is soft and out of shape. He’s not been getting hunted because we were just taking the young dogs. It showed lol. We called it a hunt after that. I was proud of the pot lickers for their efforts. I really don’t see how they can smell in these conditions. I didn’t get much for pictures.
First boar
The first sow
The grandpa did tell us something I didn’t know. He said this scientist was talking to a hog hunter, a doctor and a lawyer. He offered the doctor and the lawyer $200 each for an ounce of their brains for science. He then offered the hog hunter $2000. The doctor and the lawyer were both offended and asked why the hog hunter was offered so much more? The scientists replied, do you know how many hog hunters it takes to collect an ounce of brains?
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