Josh, Charissa, Rance and I went out and bayed a group of sows Tuesday night. The plott struck em and then they hauled butt and magic bayed em again at 1.3 miles. We could hear him bawling from the truck. Headed to him and he had em bunched up in some brush with little pigs running around everywhere. We had sent some dogs to him and we followed them in with the 30-30 and ran into a BIG ole sow. Josh was trying to get a shot on her but she kept running in the briars. One of her little pigs ran out and headed towards me and as soon as I grabbed him all hell broke loose. That sow came headed my way huffin and puffin as Rancce and I are yelling SHOOT! And we look back and Josh the Brave was 10 feet up the dang tree.
She ran off before we could convince Josh to get out of the tree and we finally had to call the dogs off the sows because they couldn't get em stopped and it was getting late.
Ended up with us catching 4 that size and no telling how many the dogs killed.
