So, last Monday my dad, Bo, and me decided we would go hunting to give Bo's dog a trial run. When we got to the river it started raining and it finally stopped around 1:30 p.m. We took our chances and started the hunt. My father and I only took two bay dogs and my two bulldogs. We turned our two bay dogs out and the left on a hog for three hours. When we finally found them they had give out and we didn't get the hog. Bo decided he would turn his trial dog out in thickest part of where we hunt and finally after fours hours he got on a hog. I had already taken the cut vests off of my bulldogs when Bo called for a bulldog. I thought about it because my biggest bulldog Charlie already has a hole in him from a hog he got on a couple of weeks ago, but i sent im anyway. He went in and Charlie and Bo's bulldog caught at the same time. Dad and Bo finally got a good grip on the hog and pulled him out. Normally we tie the hogs up and keep them alive but it was late and we were all tired so bo stabbed and killed him. It was a long night but at least we didn't leave empty handed.

He might not have been a very big hog, but he had some pretty good teeth.