I had to borrow this from a hog hunting board.... but I hope it clears up the discussion of whether hogs attack or flee.... Enjoy!
Brent
Hog doggin' is fun but their is risk for all involved... this is why I suggest substantial rounds for those not wanting to get the horn...This past weekend me and 2 of my cousins and several other people made a hunt near Cat Island Wildlife refuge.We made a little walk for about 30 minutes without any luck.So my friends brought the bikes and everybody stop for some refreshments.We'll i decided to walk down to the Mississippi river edge.I had about seven cur dogs with me.This edge turns into a thingyula several hundred yards down with the Mississippi river to my rt and a slough that fills ups when the rivers real high to my left.This bank is only about 40 yds wide.So i kept walking when i smelled hog,but didnt see any tracks.I get almost to the other end,when Robbie and Arthur called on the radio, and said you gonna get wet crossing that water.It was about 100 yds across at this point.All of a sudden i heard Arthur's old cur dog Rip booger barking.When he does that it's a large hog.I called them and told to cut the bulldogs loose.Arthur has a pit named Sampson and Robbie has one name Poke.I could hear all of the cur dogs hammering.They were really baying hard.So i was getting out of the water when the curs got quiet.I could hear the catch dogs swimming in the water,so i knew they hadn't caught.I looked up and saw this huge boar running directly at me.I had no place to go.He hit me in the knees @ full speed.Then proceded to get on top of me and starting whooping my a--.I screamed he got me down,he got me down, i need help.This boar was working his way up my body coming to my head.I stuck my left arm up to block and was reaching for my knife.All of a sudden i saw Arthur's old dog Rip smacking this boar by the head.Well he decided he had enough of me and broke.Going about 50 yds when the cur dogs bayed him again.About this time my cousin Robbie's dog Poke caught.You could hear dogs getting hit.Well i got up caught my composure and started to look at my wounds.He cut my left forearm about 3 inches.So i took what was left of that shirt sleeve and made a tourniquet.Both of my legs were cut by the inside of my knees.The rt was cut about 7 inches and the left about 4 inches.I was bleeding but could tell i wasn't gonna bleed to death.Arthur and Robbie were still trying to swim through all those briars and vines.Everthing was quiet except my young cur named Bud and Arthur's strike dog Hank.It sounded like they were under the river bank.So i started to go to them.I was afraid Poke was locked on and was gonna drown.I met up with Arthur and we got to were we thought the dogs were.We came upon Rip with a cut @ least 12 inches down his rt rib cage.Then my girlfriends dog Jasmine with her rt achilles tendon completely cut.I got to the river's edge i could hear Bud and Hank in the river still barking but sounded like they was drowning.It was extremely foggy and you couldnt see far.I pulled out my garmin astro tracker and tracked Bud to 47 yds straight out in the river.We could hear the dogs going down current in the river.It got quiet.I told Arthur we just lost our dogs.I started to panick,Bud is my favorite dog.One you can't replace.He is not a finished dog,just a very smart dog with a great handle.I started calling for Bud and Hank. Arthur was going down stream,trying to locate the dogs.A few minutes later Arthur called said Bud is on the bank and he is not hurt.So i called him and told Arthur i was going to try to find a place to cross.I called my friends on the bikes and informed them too.Well ED (leaseholder) said he was going to get me a boat.I figured by the time he got to me i could find a place to cross.I went about 200 yds when he got back.So i carried JASMINE to the boat and loaded up my other 2.ED had to get in the water and push me across.Well i got to my bike,loaded up my dogs and headed to my truck.It was about a 20 minute ride.Another one of my friends Wesley help me load my dogs and bike .It's a 20 minute ride on a rough a-- road before i could get cell phone service.I called my girlfriend and explained what happened.Told her that her dog needed surgery and i needed to get stitched up.Well it's about 1 1/2 ride from were all this happened to the nearest hospital.She got to the hospital and informed them what happened.The hospital called a ambulance to meet me on the road.So after all this i ended up with 28 external stitches and 2 sore legs.Jasmine had surgery and the vet stated he repaired her achilles tendon.Arthur and Robbie stapled up the rest of the dogs.Robbies dog POKE ended up cut all over,but he should make it.
What's ironic about this story is last year RIP disappeared from Arthur's house.The pound picked him up miles from his house without a collar.I found him there and brought him back to Arthur.You should have seen him when a loaded him up.Old RIP was barking all the way home.I 'm free ,I'm free.Old boy we're even now, i saved your life once and you saved mine.I've Thanked my lord and SAVIOR several times this weekend for that dog.He is not through with either one of us.Sorry for the long read but it's one hella of a story.
Brent