This was posted on a dedicated hog doggin forum. I thought ya'll may enjoy the reading as it is well written to involve you in the excitement and urgency of the sport. It is not perfect spellin' or grammar but I felt it not for me to modify this man's work.320 LBS AND ONE MEAN S.O.B.
MAN WHAT A BAD DEAL LOST MY DAISY DOG. WHAT A FIGHT .
Those pics does that hog no justice at all. It took four of us to load him n the back of that pickup.
My old Blu gyp and Mississippi struck that hog I seen it coming and told Tom there is a hog in there were they just darted into . About 20 second later Blu was going off and so was the Mississippi, All dogs join in , in a matter of seconds, they all did a great great job Toms , Kyle's and mine. They stopped this big bruiser and we went to them Tom staying on the wheeler in case he broke sure nuff he broke ran him about 200 yards down the river bank stopped him again and just as I was getting there he broke again, he ran about 300 yards they stopped him again, this time I got in on him he was on a shelfed stair steps river bank about 40 to 50 foot high stair stepped all the way down to the river . He was caught on the second shelf from the top. I went in and grab his hind legs and man let me tell ya he was a hoss I looked down he had five dogs covering his head I tried like hell to flip the hog but I just could not do it first one ever, this hog was dragging me and the dogs closer to the next shelf of the bank and sure nuff he plowed ahead and I was holding on for dear life we went down the shelf and I was praying those dogs would not let go and we hit the bottom of that shelf and I hollered for kyle, he don't weight 140 lbs soaking wet I told him grab the other leg and we tried again to flip the hog with no luck by this time I was sucking wind and the hog plowed ahead again and I tripped and went down holding the one leg I had a Holt of and kyle thank god held his we both hit our chest with the dogs now hanging over the ledge of this shelf never letting go we were holding hog dogs and all the hogs head was over the shelf and the dogs were hanging on trying to get their footing and I told kyle man we got to let this hog go are somebody is gonna get hurt if them dogs let go we are in big big big trouble and as bad as I hated to I had to let go I knew the dogs were in a bad place but it was all I could do, so down they went that is when Daisy got hit and I got down there as fast as I could to the hog and dogs, the dogs were caught again some never letting go, I grab the hind legs and holler for tom he was sliding down the river bank feet first with a 30/30 in his hand high in the air to get to me finally he got there and I said shoot this son of a bitchhhh he was trying to get point blank cause the dogs would not let go he hit him between the shoulder blades point blank and it never budge the hog I said holy nutst nuts nutst and so he cracked off another one in his ribs the dogs had let go this time and the hog was still fighting with me holding on and tom finally hit him between the eyes and that third shot laid him down and it was over . Kyle was hollering Daisy is down and I couldn't even move no more gasping for air and my hand cramped up I couldn't hardly get them to work I had held on so long to the hog so Tom went for the dog and put compression on the wound finally I got enough strength to pull my Jacket off and they put her on the Jacket and crawled back up the bank to the top with me struggling to get to the top and when I made it I just fell out on the ground trying to regain myself Kyle was out of breath and Tom is 59 years old and he was spent, so we laid there for a few Min's and then hooked the dogs up and hauled butt to the trucks , chaining the dogs up and hauling to the vets with Daisy we knew it was bad so the Doc worked on her for almost a hour are so and was putting the last stitch in when she passed . We were all sick what a great little dog that died giving her life with out even a whimper never loss conscience till the vet put her under to do the surgery . Took the hog and weight him on a scale 320 lbs the pics don't do him any justice at all what a hoss man what a hoss I could barley get my hands around his back legs. Am six foot one inch tall and weight 270 lbs and he was shaking me like a rag doll. Am so d**n sore man I aint gonna be able to walk for a week !
Daisy
What a dog . What a hunt ! What a loss! What a memory for a life time !
The dogs were fully vested with cut vest not bay vest but cut vest these dogs are just to ruff to run with out them and this was a well known cut vest and it went right thru it like it was paper. I just dont know what am gonna have to do . Its a sad thing . A man that runs the ranch and hunts has tried to get this hog stopped and killed atleast four five times with no luck with the hog whipping down cutting up all of his dogs and running off. He was a bad bad hog.
SOME OF MY GIRLS i LOVE'EM
Jim
Brent
