About 3yrs ago I topped 2,000 head of hogs killed and just quit counting.... I used to log every kill, where, with what, how far it ran.... Just gave it up. I started out wanting to believe that the wild hog was the poor mans Grizzly.... It just isn't so.
I finally came as close to getting my hash settled as has happened in my life by hogs this year in about a 1month span. The first time I got a call about a couple hundred pound hogs along a canal and went with one cur and one pitbull to catch them.... A cut and pasted story about it...
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Got a call from a farmer friend about 2pm today, said he'd just seen a couple big hogs along the irrigation canal next to his cotton patch and wondered if I might want to try and kill them before he irrigated this weekend and they wallowed down a few rows of cotton. So I went to the house and loaded Chula(pit I bought from Ansmuella) and Sasha(catahoula pup I got a few months ago) and headed over to the field. I dumped Sasha and she left right away and I got in a hurry and left my gun belt at the truck and took off leading Chula. About 200yds from the truck Sasha veered to the right and started barking next to the canal under a big mesquite. I didn't cut Chula loose wanted to make sure she didn't have a skunk or assorted other critter under that tree. Well when I eased up next to her and looked into the thick stuff a big ol boar was backed up to the tree. Chula made a lunge and caught him still attached to the lead rope by the bottom jaw. He blasted towards us and when i jumped away I pulled her loose. Sasha grabbed him by his nuts as he made the canal and he backed up to a culvert and I sent Chula. He caught her on the first pass in the front shoulder and chunked her right up on the bank with me. The 2nd time at him she caught an ear. He laid down on her at one point and I was there just as he stood up, and tried to leg him but couldn't. He was so slick I couldn't get him flipped. So I just hopped on his back and reached for my sticking knife and realized at this point I had no gun, no knife, no nothing. Just a pocket knife. So out it came. He looked like he got in a knife fight at a Southside bar with about 16 sobs when I was through, but he died in the canal.
He banged Chula up pretty good, I put about 2 dozen staples in her and she has a gaping 2" cut on the inside of her left cheek that I can't get a staple in and don't know if I should even try to. A deep cut in the front of the shoulder and a 5" gash down her rib cage. But after I doctored her I fed her and she ate with no problems(Knucklehead bulldogs)
It wasn't exactly what I was looking to find and so only took those two dogs(Chula is in heat). The farmer said a couple big hogs, but normally that means 100lbs... I about got my butt kicked, but I was pretty impressed with the two and what they did. Sasha took a couple good licks and actually set up the catch by nutting the hog again after Chula got thrown on the bank.
It wasn't a good spot to get on a hog like that, the canal was really muddy and low and the hog could move and the dogs couldn't. Both times Chula made a try at him he whipped her pretty bad. I screwed up when I first saw him, Chula had him caught and I forgot to let go of the lead rope.
I don't know what he weighed, he bottomed the 200lb scale I have at the house. He stood 32 1/2" from the top of the shoulder to the ground. He was real thick, just not real long. I'd guess him at 250lbs give or take a few lbs. Course the farmer swears he pushes 300lbs.
It was a good hunt, hot as hell, but it was over in less than 20 minutes from the time i dropped the tailgate till I loaded the dogs back on the truck.
In the 2nd pic, Chula is right by his head, you can tell how tall he was, she was sitting up and she isn't a little dog. Oh yeah, he was a bit more than I wanted to tackle alone with no back-up in a mudhole...
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A couple weeks later I went to the cotton patch with a catahoula and another pitbull named Bandit. Sasha bayed more hogs than I could count in that cotton field. The stuff was about chest high and you couldn't see your hand if you put it in front of you. I ended up shooting two and sticking one with a knife. But the first shot I took the hog was about 5' away coming down the row I was going in and hit him as he came out the end. The next shot I fired I was crawling on my belly and with a 4" barreled .357 left a 5" circular powder burn on a large sow who came blowing past me.
Part of the problem with these hogs being this rough is the fact they are existing in a subdivision. The people feed them and they have lots of water and have just lost their fear of man for the most part. I'm trying to re-instill that fear, but not doing that great of a job...
Can they hurt you, yep, will they, not often. I have never been charged, attacked, or run up a tree.... But then I won't say others haven't. I know one old timer who took 87 stitches to the inside of his leg because of a boar in a corn field one night.
But all told i'd say you are probably more likely to get bit by a snake than cut to pieces by a hog...