dtala
Senior Member
I've been trying to set up a hunt for my grandson Dylan, age nine, with a hog dogging buddy in south Al. Finally got it lined up. I bought him some new snake boots and give em to him when I picked him up to go hunting. He was on cloud nine, new boots and sticking hogs. (he's been before)
Three er so hour drive later we were in Lower Peachtree, met Danny and Don and on to the camp. Up early and loading up....
Bubba is ready...
Dylans usual riding spot with Danny.....
right after this pic was taken Danny and Dylan walked up on a good size rattler...glad I bought the boots
hunted hard for 12 hours Sat without blood on a knife blade. I slept like a dead man that night. Sun we moved to a new place....
We turned the dogs out and were on hogs in minutes. Doga bayed right by the Ranger and the pit did his stuff. Dylan stuck his first hog of the day...
we got one more hog then four of the best dogs took a boar across the Alabama River. They caught it on a rock wall and eventually drowned it. I figgered we see a gator come to all the commotion, but we (and the dogs) got lucky. Don had lost two dogs to gators already this year. We eventually got a small boat and recovered the dogs, but it ate the beat part of the day up.
We got on a couple more hogs and Dylan killed another boar after he borrowed my custom knife. I still haven't gotten it back...
WE headed in after that, cleaned hogs, and headed home. Dylan never slept on the three hour drive home...
Three er so hour drive later we were in Lower Peachtree, met Danny and Don and on to the camp. Up early and loading up....
Bubba is ready...
Dylans usual riding spot with Danny.....
right after this pic was taken Danny and Dylan walked up on a good size rattler...glad I bought the boots
hunted hard for 12 hours Sat without blood on a knife blade. I slept like a dead man that night. Sun we moved to a new place....
We turned the dogs out and were on hogs in minutes. Doga bayed right by the Ranger and the pit did his stuff. Dylan stuck his first hog of the day...
we got one more hog then four of the best dogs took a boar across the Alabama River. They caught it on a rock wall and eventually drowned it. I figgered we see a gator come to all the commotion, but we (and the dogs) got lucky. Don had lost two dogs to gators already this year. We eventually got a small boat and recovered the dogs, but it ate the beat part of the day up.
We got on a couple more hogs and Dylan killed another boar after he borrowed my custom knife. I still haven't gotten it back...
WE headed in after that, cleaned hogs, and headed home. Dylan never slept on the three hour drive home...