If you've been following my July Pig Posts you'll see it's been a bit of a struggle as of late. Missed opportunities, break downs, poor shooting, and dog mishaps. Sometimes though, it all comes together!

Walked the dogs out this morning to our stomping grounds across the hwy. It was cool, and a bit breezy. The dogs were excited and I felt like walking. I carried my Beretta/Jap 6.5 rifle, a canteen, and a Yugo bayonet. I figured I was ready for the long haul.

Got to a point in the pasture where I had to make a decision, East or West. I wanted to go East, where I had seen some sign a few days ago. The dogs wanted to go West, the wind was coming from the West, so I decided we'd go West. No time at all Babette, my Catahoula began to range rather far out. I saw her move into a slew that had produced some pigs this year, but she came out in a tear, and moved across the pasture towards a creek. Something was going on! Moments later I heard her barking. She doesn't bark unless she's at hand shaking distance to a pig. The other two, Blanca and Blanche ran to the barking and I lost them in the high grass.

As I got closer I heard pigs squealing and grunting, I took the safety off the rifle and got ready, but moving quickly (for me) towards the sound of the fury. Suddenly Two hogs burst out of the tall stuff at an angle towards me, I picked out the first and let a 6.5 slug fly. The pig was hit, but still moving. I picked out the other as a whole passel of little onkers went by and put one in this one's shoulder and she went down. Fired 3 more shots at the first and seen it fall. Quickly I reached into my pocket for a clip of 6.5s and reloaded the rifle. I listen and could tell that the dogs had one bayed what sounded like across the creek. I was hoping I was wrong, but I wasn't. There was wailing and nashing of teeth going on, on the other side, so I felt an urgency to get across. After a brief search I found a downed tree that would do the trick, but in the middle the trunk dipped out of sight into the water. Oh well the dogs urged me on, so I slung the rifle across my back and went across the tree on my butt. Got across and had to take a second or two to get my wind, then up the bank I went. Had to push myself through a cane thicket, but now I could see the bushes moving 25 yds ahead. Got to the bay and drew my bayonet. Stuck the 80 lbs hog or so in the boiler room and she quickly expired.

I was unable to take any pictures as the camera on my phone was unable to take the excitement and died. Got back across and called a friend to help me get the pigs out. We left the one on the far side of the creek where she lay, The banks of the creek were too high to get her out.

All in all a good hunt. Proud as hell of the dogs. Picture coming as my fried took one at the skinning rack.

The older I get the more I think one a day is enough! Good job Larry

Great days hunt, Congratulations.

You have a way of bringing the reader right into the action. Great job! I'm not much on walking logs either. GW

Nice shootin'. Good story too.

Awe shucks guys, thanks for the kind reviews. And the wine after the skinning was fabulous.

Good on you Larry. And the dogs too. Sounds like a great days hunting ! Pics of the dogs would be interesting if you have some ! Congrats !

Charlie

Thanks Charlie, here's a pic, not the best. Dogs in from a cold winter night.



In the fore front left to right, Blanca (dogo), & Blanche (mix), in the rear, Babette (Catahoula).

Well done Larry...nice read,thanks for sharing

Didn't I tell you to just keep after it and things would change? See, it worked huh?
Good deal and thanks for the story and pics.
Good looking dogs there and in action too.
Bet Juan will love it!
George

Thanks for sharing!

Again thanks to all, especially you Dwight for your encouragement during my pig trials. It was a light affliction in any case.

Great story, Larry -- and congrats!

Very nicely done, Larry! I always enjoy your threads!

Thanks Bobby and Marco, atta-boys from y'all mean a lot!

Well done sir congratulations ,i work for Juan ,im an ex infantry officer and since 20 years ago i guide for LOS DOGOS HUNTING ,we killed hundreds of hogs with his dogos and even with his labs .

Larry:
We all go thru such periods at times.
It's mighty frustration when it's happening.
We just have to hang in there and keep after it til it breaks is all. Who is that says: "never ever give up?"

George

Thanks Mfischer, it was Juan's posts that inspired me to acquire dogos. I lost one, and currently have another. I have resolved never to be without one, even when my hunting days are over.

Well George guess what. I killed a nice sow this morning, that my dogs caught. Had to wade the same creek, again. Went back to get her with the wheeler and high centered the wheeler on a log in a cane brake. Unable to get the sow out. However now I will hunt tomorrow, God willing to my stuck wheeler and try to free it with a come-a-long. Wouldn't have this trouble if I kept out the woods, but then....

Dear Larry please ad me on FB i posted many photos of my dogos and hunting with my dogos .

Done! I should have thought of doing that a long time ago.

Larry:
More troubles, that's what makes us resilient I've been told. Damn it gets old fighting these wars though.

Have fun, when it gets where you can't or don't. Try something else awhile.
George

Funny, but things got worse. Took the key off the wheeler and let it spend the night in the woods. Could not find the key the next morning. Walked back to the wheeler and removed the switch. Pulled the wheeler off the log the next day with the help of a friend. Took the switch to a locksmith and had two keys made. Walked back to the bike installed the switch and started the wheeler and rode home. Exercise is good right?

Found the lost key today, cutting okra in the garden.

Put some bait out today and going to try some still hunting.

Hey Larry:
I have a saying that fits that just perfectly!!

NFF, you figure it out, ha!

I just replaced a lock for $12, making a new key would have been $11. WTH, came with two keys.

Glad you got it home w/o busting things up or getting hurt. That's what counts.

G