I took Zeke duck hunting in the Oconnee River swamp today. We have four hog traps baited and we needed to check them before we went hunting, so I just took Zeke with me. The first three were empty, and in the fourth there was a sow with three nursing pigs. Well, we decided to let 'em go. I took Zeke around the neck so he couldn't chase and we opened the trap and let the pigs out.
After the pigs got gone we re-baited the trap. I went in to set the trigger, and my extremely talented and intelligent accomplice dropped the damn door closed on my head when I was coming out. OWW!
In all of the commotion I stopped paying attention to my dog who hadn't forgot for one minute about those pigs.
I bet you can guess what happened. I looked around and Zeke was gone.
I freaked. we were a mile from the truck in the middle of a swamp that doesn't forgive dogs. I yelled and screamed and walked miles looking for my dog to no avail.
I could hear those hogs down in the swamp screaming and I could just picture them eating my dog...They will do that you know. I looked and looked and walked right up in the middle of a drove of wild hogs. I'm standing there looking at a boar about 20 yards away from me. I had a .44 Magnum in my hand, but I wasn't about to shoot anything black in that thick brush until I found my dog. I knew it was a hog but I could just picture me shooting and then finding out it was Zeke.
Well, I had left my whistle in the truck and I decided to go back and get it and leave my coat for Zeke. I had made up my mind I was never going to see my dog again. It's been over an hour and I'm really trying not to cry in front of everybody.
What do I see when I get back to the four wheeler? Whew!!! That son of a gun had been there for who knows how long listening to me yell him up and he wasn't moving a muscle. He also picked up his first woody today but thats for another post.
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After the pigs got gone we re-baited the trap. I went in to set the trigger, and my extremely talented and intelligent accomplice dropped the damn door closed on my head when I was coming out. OWW!
In all of the commotion I stopped paying attention to my dog who hadn't forgot for one minute about those pigs.
I bet you can guess what happened. I looked around and Zeke was gone.
I freaked. we were a mile from the truck in the middle of a swamp that doesn't forgive dogs. I yelled and screamed and walked miles looking for my dog to no avail.
I could hear those hogs down in the swamp screaming and I could just picture them eating my dog...They will do that you know. I looked and looked and walked right up in the middle of a drove of wild hogs. I'm standing there looking at a boar about 20 yards away from me. I had a .44 Magnum in my hand, but I wasn't about to shoot anything black in that thick brush until I found my dog. I knew it was a hog but I could just picture me shooting and then finding out it was Zeke.
Well, I had left my whistle in the truck and I decided to go back and get it and leave my coat for Zeke. I had made up my mind I was never going to see my dog again. It's been over an hour and I'm really trying not to cry in front of everybody.
What do I see when I get back to the four wheeler? Whew!!! That son of a gun had been there for who knows how long listening to me yell him up and he wasn't moving a muscle. He also picked up his first woody today but thats for another post.
