05/10/2025
My little sister and her boyfriend, Brady, came down to see us last night, so after dinner, my wife said Heck, let’s go hunting! Hammer struck a lone boar in a field and had him bayed up after an 800-yard chase. We sent Duende and Frio to him, and he broke. They ran him down 600 yards or so later, which Brady and I sprinted to catch up, and the girls decided to be smart and get the truck.
Unfortunately, the boar headed straight for the creek. I heard splashes and a big boar and knew it wouldn’t be good, so after crawling down the bank, I could see Frio’s head bobbing up and down as he was stuck on vines out in the water. I kicked off my boots, tossed my phone down and dove in. The water was surprisingly pleasant.
I got Frio out of his mess and swam with him back across the creek. About that time, Duende was back on the boar on land and seconds later they decided to take a swim as well and so all dogs were now in the water. I swam to shore and Ashley helped me get out of the bank but then I looked back and Frio had the boar on the opposite bank locked down and the two of them were battling it out in lowing hanging branches and vines that dipped down into the creek. I dove back in again. The creek is very deep with straight drop-down sides, so you either gotta swim or hang on to a branch to stay afloat.
In chin-high water, it was hard to do anything on the opposite bank, and I yelled to everyone that I needed help. I heard a splash and looked over to see my little sister Vannessa with the knife in her mouth, swimming over to me.
There was a boar, 2 dogos, and a plott hound all in one bundle right next to me, and we managed to get them all under control finally, thanks to the vines that got everyone caught up. It would be impossible to stab the boar in our situation, and so I grabbed the boar and rode him like a bull for about 30 seconds or so and sent him to the bottom of the creek while holding Duende up from drowning, and we ended up all making it out alive…except the boar.
I was plum worn out but swam all the dogs over to Ashley and Brady as they pulled them up the steep bank and tied them to the trees with leads, which was a huge relief. Then Brady was able to help pull us up and out of the creek, which would have been impossible under our own strength. So had the pleasure of driving home in nothing but boxers and a hat on lol
It’s times like this that I am grateful my dogs were not vested and also that they’re in excellent shape and were able to sprint, swim, and catch a hog in those conditions without drowning.
Thank you, Lord, for keeping our family and hunting dogs safe on a wild hunt tonight and for letting us spend some quality fun time together!