It was never a question of if but a question of when and it took 8 yrs . Saturday night I went huntin a new spot , We looked around and found some fresh rooting and turned Joe , Sally , and 2 of Cody 's dogs out . We let them get out a little and I told cody lets ride up a little and look around . We rode about 300 yds and I looked up and there was a "Scab Knocker" standing in the road ,he wasnt even attempting to act scared ,he turned towards the truck ,throwed his head up and started just easin off and about that time here come the dogs ....and it was on like neck bones and gravy. Hog went about 200 yds and bayed everytime we got close he would break . Bay and break ,bay and break ,bay and break , I told Cody not only is that hog big but he is mean too cause it aint like Joe to let one break like that . we got within 75 yrds one time but that was it . I got to checkin the dogs and they split . I got tocheckin Joe and he wasnt movin and the bay was movin away . I found him in a gall bnerry thicket cut across the chest and layin down . I checked him out and the cut was just hide and not real deep . I figured he was 8 yrs old and bayin and runnin for 6 hrs plus gettin cut was a little rough on him . He has been cut exactly like this a hundred times ...no big deal . I toted him out and got him a little water and put him up and took off after the other dogs and the bay . The dogs eventually quit at daylight and I got out to check on Joe and somewhere between 4 and daylight he went to hunt the Happy Huntin Ground . I caught alot of hogs with the ol Mongrel and was proud my name was on his collar for as long as it was R.I.P big guy . You will be missed and you will be hard to replace