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OK: Redneck Hog Bayin' Bay Pen

Discussion in 'Southwest' started by Vicki, Feb 27, 2018.

Added to Calendar: 04-07-18
  1. Vicki

    Vicki Administrator Staff Member

  2. bamaman

    bamaman GRCH Dog

    Dam ..how long it take to bay a hog in a pen?
     
  3. slim12

    slim12 CH Dog Staff Member

    I went to one of those things in SC some years back, called a Hog Dog Rodeo. It was a quick catch competition. I had never seen anything like it.

    We went a couple three times and then it was legal one weekend and illegal the next. Back and forth. I quit going because with my luck I would have been standing there when it was the turn to be illegal. LOL

    If it were closer I would check it out.

    I've jacked up some Saturday's for a lot less.

    S
     
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  4. bamaman

    bamaman GRCH Dog

    Yep I been to the catch dog rodeos slim but never a bay dog rodeo.Hey what ever works and it won't be long and that will be illegal also.Man those catch dog rodeos was fun.At the end of the day in my neck of the woods it always ended with a fist fight.lol
     
  5. bamaman

    bamaman GRCH Dog

    I got jumped one evening,sucker punched from behind.After I shook it off I started wearing this dude out and dam if I didn't get sucker punched again lol.We on the ground and dam if one didn't gouge my eyes.Got my ass whipped that day.lol...I had a good time though lol.
     
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  6. slim12

    slim12 CH Dog Staff Member

    The ones we went to were not that rough. I did see one fight but it was more over some money and a dog. I was like imagine that, two guys settling things up with their hands vs. the keyboarding internet combat.

    I'm like you about the baying. If the dog barks on this side of the pen and the hog stays on the other, is he bayed?

    But I would check it out.

    S
     
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  7. bamaman

    bamaman GRCH Dog

    I guess it would depend on the size of the pen.if you have a.experienced team in a small pen we talking blink of an eye.
     
  8. bamaman

    bamaman GRCH Dog

    Size of the pen and the fight in thd hog.If you got a fiesty enough hog I suppose it could get a little interesting.So I'd say mostly depend on how bad the hog is now that I think about it
     
  9. slim12

    slim12 CH Dog Staff Member

    I have only been hog hunting a couple three times. I had some friends near Asheville, NC. It was pretty cool.

    I'm a big fan of any dog that has a job and does a job. They called them 'strike' dogs but I guess 'bay' is about the same thing. The chase through the woods was pretty cool. The first time I saw the American Bulldog/Pit bull cross catch a hog I was blown away. Talk about commitment.

    If I lived near the hogs I would take it up on the regular. Lucky for us, they have not made it here. Yet, I guess.

    S
     
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  10. F.W.K.

    F.W.K. Retired Historican

    Vandals Hunt

    (A Poms view)

    After finally arriving in Australia and getting my business out of the way, my thoughts could now turn to hunting pigs, which truth be known, was the real reason I was in this country. Not, as some were led to believe, to attend the Gay Mardi Gras! There are certain people who were fully aware that this “event” was taking place, and somehow managed to forget to tell me! They know who they are!

    After a few phone calls were made when I should have been working, a date was set for me to meet up with Dazza at his place, and from there, we were to drive up to the area where we would be hunting. I packed a small Bergen, left my other gear with a mate in Sydney and jumped on the train heading north, dreaming of 100kg boars and just what the hell I was going to do when face to face with one. The journey passed uneventfully, with me just staring out of the window at the beautiful countryside that we passed through. It was a real eye opener for me to see the actual scale of the place compared to England. Australia holds some of the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen, and I was only half an hour out of Sydney!

    After being picked up by Dazza’s lovely wife, it was a short ride back to his place to finally meet him. I should explain that I had only ever spoken to Dazza and the rest of the guys that hunted that day on the Boardogs Forum and Chat room, so it was fantastic to meet these blokes in the flesh. After meeting the family and being introduced to the Pit bulls and the red backs (!) it was into the Ute and up the freeway we went. Dazza’s Ute was full to the brim with gear as well as Zoë the Corvino/Sorrells Pit and her puppy that was on it’s way to Queensland. It left me feeling that I had not brought enough stuff with me, but I quickly put that to the back of my mind as we ate up the miles.

    Arriving at our destination, Dazza and I headed for the nearest burger joint to wait for Pigchaser and CR. This gave me an opportunity to chain smoke after being in the Ute for six hours! Longest I’d been without a cigarette for ages! When the guys arrived, it was handshakes all round, as none of these blokes had ever met each other either. We had all spoken before, but never actually met, so this was the big get together. What struck me, was how friendly these boys were towards each other and towards a Pom who knew nothing about pig hunting at all. Top lads.

    We all headed to Pigchaser’s house were we ate, got the dogs and gear together, smoked (Me) and participated in the national pastime of taking the piss out of Poms! CR had brought his dog Ben with him and we were also taking Bruno, Duke (Borrowed from Pigchaser's mate Boora), Bonnie and Zoë. Now apart from Zoë, I am not entirely sure of the breeding behind these dogs, so if anyone would like to know, I am sure that they have the details somewhere on the site. Pigchaser, Dazza and I went ahead in the Ute, followed by CR plus Stephen and his friend Greg, in the Land Cruiser.

    We hit the hunting area after about half an hour and it didn’t come too soon, as I was sitting in the middle of Dazza and Pigchaser and felt like a hunchbacked jockey! It had gotten dark by this point and the amount of stars in the sky amazed me. The boys told me though that it was nothing and I should wait until later. And they were right.

    After sorting the gear out, we left the Ute behind and jumped onto the Land cruiser. Stephen and his friend were in the cab, whilst the rest of us jumped on the back. As we started off, Dazza fired up his video camera with night vision, which CR and I agreed, was better than some night vision scopes we had used in the forces. Pigchaser worked the spotlight and I sat in the middle with the dogs. It was decided to keep Zoë in the cage at the rear of the vehicle to avoid any unnecessary violence towards the other dogs. Zoë is a lovely dog, but a true Pit Bull and the last thing you need when hunting, is squabbling between dogs.

    Now I am not sure what time we left the Ute and started hunting, as I was so excited by the prospect of pigging. It wasn’t long before we saw a mob of six or seven pigs on the other side of some marshy land. They were heading off over a ridge and it was decided that they would keep until morning. Making steady progress over the terrain, the Land Cruiser rolled on as we kept an eye out down the beam of the lamp, all the time taking the piss out of each other! It wasn’t long before the dogs jumped off the vehicle and headed off up a steep ridge. Bruno was first to jump, swiftly followed by Duke. We kept them in the spotlight all the way up the ridge until they disappeared over the other side. Ben had also decided to join them at this point too. Bonnie was chained to the flat bed as she was out of condition, but screamed to be allowed off. The old adrenalin was starting to work now as we headed up to the ridge. There was no sign of the dogs and no sounds from any contact with pigs. Continuing on for a while, we decided to cut the engine in the hope of hearing some indication of where the dogs had got to. As soon as this had been done, we heard the unmistakable squealing of a caught pig. The vehicle picked up speed and we came within sight of the dogs. They were in long grass on the other side of a barbed wire fence and were onto a sow. The guys were off the back of that Land Cruiser so quickly that I didn’t know what was going on. I must have looked hesitant or sluggish, as I seemed to be the last on the scene. The three loose dogs were on the sow, CR was sitting on its hind legs and Stephen dispatched it with his knife. All of the while, I was standing there, frozen to the spot, mouth open and just amazed at what I had seen. I had travelled from the other side of the world to do just this, and these guys were so nonchalant about hunting these beasts. To say I was impressed would have been a huge understatement! The sow was taken back to rear cage of the vehicle and hung up by it’s hind leg. Pigchaser then proceeded to gut it faster than I have ever gutted a rabbit! The dogs were hanging around the carcass and never once went to eat any of the innards. If only my own dogs were as disciplined as these guys. It showed up my inefficiencies when it comes to training dogs!

    As the night drew on, there were many times the dogs jumped the vehicle, and I seem to remember two occasions when we heard contact, but after searching, found no pigs. One time, CR and I ran up to the top of a small hill to try and find Bruno and Duke (who was missing again). I took this opportunity to light a ciggie and CR decided it was an opportune moment to answer the call of nature! Just as he had got his trousers round his ankles, the cry went up and contact had been made. Now I started running in the general direction, but I didn’t get very far as I was laughing so much at CR! To be fair, he caught me up and we met up with the Land Cruiser to find the dogs on a small pig. Pigchaser estimated this to have been about four months old. It was to be hooked and hung up with the first pig, but when we went round the back, the first pig had gone. We tried retracing our steps but never found it. Some fox would get his free meal that night.

    Around 02.30 we decided that we had done enough for that night and headed back to camp. After a quick snack of left over KFC, which CR had brought, it was time to get my head down. I had borrowed a swag bag from Pigchaser and after advice on how to use the bloody thing, settled down fully clothed with the cockroaches and ants, which kept me company! Needless to say, in spite of this unwanted company, I slept like a baby. The stars were like nothing I had ever seen before, something that no-one would ever see in England and the night was as still as the grave. The only thing that worried me was the endless list of snakes, spiders etc which the lads had been winding me up with all day!

    The morning saw us head out around 06.30 as we went out to where we had seen the mob of pigs the night before. Now all of this landscape looked identical to me, and it amazed me how these guys knew where they were going. I couldn’t tell you where we caught the next pig, but I know it was on the slopes of a gully, just outside some blackberries thankfully. CR told me that it was my turn to hold it’s back legs while the dogs lugged. I was a bit nervous but decided that it was best to just go for it! The vehicle pulled up pretty close to the pig and Ben, Bonnie and Duke were holding onto it. Bruno was there too but only biting now and again. I jumped off the back and ran to pick up the hind legs of the squealing pig. Now even though this thing wasn’t that big, it surprised me with the power of it’s hind quarters. I eventually tipped it over and knelt into it’s hips. Dazza brought Zoë out and she screamed to be let go. She worked the throat, shaking her head like only a pit dog can. The other dogs we used are good holders and will not let go, but the intensity of this dog was incredible. After dispatching the animal, it was left to Pigchaser and I to hook it up and he gutted it. The other guys moved off after Bruno who had disappeared into the brambles after another pig. Quickly after that, another pig was caught in the gully itself and we arrived just after it had been stuck. This was hooked up, gutted and off we went again.

    It was decided that we were going to continue on foot for a while, as there were some huge Blackberry bushes ahead and these looked like they might hold some pigs. The dogs went into the bushes and you could hear them moving around trying to find these pigs. After about two minutes, the first squeals were heard and I could see that Ben had made contact just below me. A line of around six pigs filed out of the bushes and away up the ridge in front of us, closely followed by Duke. He made up the ground very quickly and caught up with these pigs with no problem. The problem was that once he got there, he literally stopped and stared at them, while they made their escape( This dog does not like catching sows)! Dazza and I were screaming at this dog to follow, but he wasn’t interested at all. I think the bloke had covered a lot of ground and the temperature was getting higher, so he decided to let the pigs escape for another day!

    CR ran ahead with Stephen down a steep slope and up the other side through thick blackberry in search of one of the fugitives, but found nothing. Dazza and I made our way slowly through the blackberries to join the others who had managed to get to the top of the ridge we had started on. Barking was heard from Ben (I think) who was about 20 metres away from us in very thick blackberry, but the other dogs didn’t show too much interest. To our surprise, a pig bolted into Ben and knocked him clean over! It managed to get into yet more blackberries and hole up there. The dogs followed quickly behind and finally caught this one, much to our relief. Pigchaser was into the thick of things with CR, pulling this pig clear of the bushes so that we could stick it and get the dogs off. Pigchaser handed me his knife and let me do the honours (after pointing out exactly where I should stab it of course!). It was the biggest one of the day, about 50kg.

    That was the last pig we caught that trip and after a short drive, we collected the Ute and headed back to Pigchaser’s house.

    I cannot express my gratitude enough to these blokes for taking me out hunting with them. As I have said, we had only talked on the net, and I knew nothing of pig hunting. For them to take me out with them hunting, was a great honour for me and I will always be grateful. I hope to get back over to Australia soon to repeat this trip as I had the time of my life. One of the best days hunting I have ever had and I can only imagine what it must feel like when you use your own dogs. I would love to return the favour for these blokes one day and invite them to England to hunt with me. I’m afraid the way things are going over here though; they’ll have to be quick about it! Unless they don’t mind poaching of course!

    My message to anyone in Britain, is if you ever get the opportunity to hunt pigs with dogs, be it in Australia, America or wherever, take it as you will rarely experience anything as exciting and exhilarating as this.

    Thanks again fellas!!

    V

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    Clynt (Standing) Vandal and Dazza.
     
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