Nate and I loaded up dogs fri night and went to Abilene. Caught 5, 30 to 50 lb shoats and 3 nice boars. I would say I really don't like all those vines and thickets there, But we had a good time. It was hard rigging when there was no wind at all. Rigged the first boar, dogs bailed off flatbed and went about 100 yrds and bayed in a thicket, Nate gets to bay and starts yelling to dump catch dogs, it's a good one. Dumped both CDs and they went in and I could hear some squealing so I thought it couldn't be to big. Nate said the boar the CDs caught wasnt the big boar. Tried to get the bay dogs to roll off but it was still hot and the bay dogs was really panting and they didn't care about the big boar. Rigged the the next boar and bds bailed off and went about 150 yrds and bayed up. Bay broke about 30 sec and the race was on for 200 yrds and bayed up again. Didn't dump cd cause chigger had the boar caught. I guess he was tired of chaising him. Loaded dogs and went to a pond with a bunch of sign. Chigger took off and went about a mile and starts coming back so we went and dumped George on it and he took off and went over another mile, lost him on the gps. Went as close as we could get to him around 900 yrds and I took off on foot with no cd, don't know why I didn't take a cd. But went up this hill and finally picked him up at .6 treed. Tried to call Nate but he didn't have any service. So I sent him a text message that George was treed, bring a cd. No response so I took off figuring he was on his way. Finally found george laying in a pond not barking. So walked up and called him and then I heard some water splashing in the middle of pond. Ernie and jose, bds that I brought with me started baying and started they started off into pond. There was a nice boar in the center, didn't have cd or a gun. George ran so far in the heat that his back legs was done. He was just stumbling around. So I needed to do something quick. I started throwing rocks at the boar. Prob around 10 mins of throwing rocks at him I finally hit him on top of his head and the boar went limp. Ernie and jose mounted the pig, I think I just knocked him out and then he drowned. But picked up George and called off dogs and started heading back to truck. I was really worried about George. Stopped at another pond and let George cool off some more in the water, I guess he pulled just enough energy to walk 600 yrds back to the truck. After that all we caught was some small pigs. After hunting all night and driving home I finally crawled into bed at 4 pm. The dogs was wore smooth out after that hunt. Didn't take any pics of the shoates or the boar in the pond cause George was in bad shape.
