Crazy water-filled weekends

I'm not going to waste any time with these stories because it has been a long rough weekend.

Last weekend: Saturday we caught one big barr right off the bat. He cut Whitey DEEP on the cheek. Today was the first day he's been remotely able to hunt since then. We caught 2 more little pigs later on, but Travis was alone when he caught them, so I have no stories for them.

After our long morning we headed to                                                Stockton for the Wild Hog Round-Up

 

 

Sunday was just as rough. We had some long runners, but finally ended up with two. We caught the big boar in a briar thicket. He tried to put us out the dog business, but they're tougher than he was.

 

 

Yeah.... he's cool

 The briars tried to eat Henry ALIVE!!

 

This weekend was not any better.

Saturday ended up being just me, dad, and James. We ended up with 2. Stopped hunting and was back at the truck by 9:30. Our first bay was in the middle of a slew and dad was wet and miserable lol so we called it a day early.

We had to rig :)

 

And today we ended up with six, but I only got a picture of our first boar we caught this morning IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ALLIGATOR POND!!

 He doesn't look very big in the pics but he was about 120 pounds.

 





Weekend of Mother's Day

First of all, let's just begin by mentioning that I graduated college this Friday! Kinda a big deal lol

Anyway, Saturday was a day of remembrance... Started with a large crowd and ended the day with 5. First hog we got on was long winded in a thick THICK briar thicket. He ran for at least an hour and for some reason my favorite bay dog, Tanner, just dropped off my tracker... turns out she ran the hog straight into the run and must have kept him bayed in the middle of the Tombigbee for at least an hour and a half. Needless to say, the water drained her of any and all energy. The next bay was a quick and pretty easy one. It took both bulldogs, but we got him down...

Our last catch was the most eventful... We emptied the dog box. I mean we weren't really planning on catching anything else, so why not? Bad idea. Dogs bayed and it was on!! 200 yards in the dogs bayed a decent boar with teeth about the size of the one pictured above. I was going back for a bulldog when someone released him for me. If any of you have paid attention to my love of my dog you'll know that that upset me a bit, but it is what it is. He CANNOT swim. They were bayed in the middle of a chest deep slew. Of course he caught and so I had to go in. I made it about halfway and an asthma attack took over me. There was no bottom to this slew. The more you walked, the deeper you sunk into the mud. It was hard walking anyway because there were logs and who knows what else under that nasty water. There was nothing I could do but hit my knees and try to catch my breath. About that time a random dog came up behind me and stepped on my legs... scared me to death!! I thought he was an alligator or something. Henry had the hog. Charlie came to me and I was trying to hold him up, but still hadn't caught my breath. I ABSOLUTELY HATE HANDING HIM OFF TO SOMEONE ELSE. This time I didn't have a choice. Henry got scared for me and turned the hog loose. I got scared cause there was a loose hog in the slew with us. Anyway, the hog ended up being killed and Henry came to me. He took Charlie from me, handed him off to someone else, and he helped me back out to dry land. Little did I know that WHOEVER had taken Charlie off had stuck him under the water to make him turn loose. You talk about a mad wet hen?? Yeah, that was me!

Anyway, the split group of us caught two more, but I don't know the stories behind them...

Here are our group pics :)

Henry and his youngest daughter, Aubrey

Me and Dad

Me and James

Me and Aubrey (in her snake leggings lol)

And then there are these pics.... I'm a little concerned about us....

Mud hat!! :)

 I don't even know... Haha

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday (Mother's Day) was pretty calm. We ended up with 4. Simple easy bays and quick too!

Some may call us old dumb hicks, but we don't care. We have good clean fun and feed our families (as well as many others) in the process.



Fishin for 2015

Catchin some good bass these days

First weekend of Hogs

Saturday was officially the start day of the 2015 Hog Dog season, and I can say that we may not have started with the largest number, but it is well underway.

We ended up with 5 over-all and before we begin I would like to clarify that all hogs were killed and skinned and were not left behind or wasted.

The first hog was a sow that Whitey, Tanner, and Rick bayed in a little slew about 100 yards from a big oat patch. The next boar was a long runner that kept the dogs out a while, but they finally got him down. Hogs 3 and 4 were also boars. Boar 5 was a decent sow that kept the dogs bayed in a deep Cypress Pond. We were all set to leave the pond when I just happened to look at the tracker and it was saying that Whitey was still in the slew... not moving... An hour later, my boyfriend, James and a friend of ours, Dale braved the murkey slew water to go get Whitey and carry him out. Bless his heart and had bayed till he dropped.

Half way to Whitey and already chest deep

Dad waiting out the "rescuers" lol

                                                 There's always water involved

James and Woodie carry out service lol

Sunday was just as low in numbers, but one is better than none.

The first hog bayed in one of the thickest briar thickets on the place that we hunt. No bulldogs, simple easy catch. Hog number 2, however, was an interesting task. Little Chiwa was bayed like crazy. We were trying our best to get to them, and they bayed solid for almost an hour. When we finally got about 212 yards from the bay we decided that that was going to be the closest we could get, so Dad and Henry went into the bay alone because the hog was squeeling. But when they got there they realized they had more on their hands than what they bargained for. The started hollering back to the ranger for a bulldog... so I sent in my main man Charlie and they were still hollering for more... so I sent in Jase and then started in myself. About half way there I realized that I had forgotten the pistol and had to turn around and go back. Through a slew and thick briars I tracked my way to Charlie. He had done his job and caught the big anchor hog for the day.... He was killed and gutted and drug the 212 yards back to the ranger and we called it quits for the day... :)

 

 

Weekend two starts tomorrow!!