Amazing experience pig hunting

Gosh dang you weren't kidding about her being fat

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That does sound like an quote:Amazing experience

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I’ll never forget it! I’ve got some video too.

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Gosh dang you weren't kidding about her being fat

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The guys were happy. They just kept mentioning the fat and all the meals they were planning.

They had killed another pig a few days ago in a different area and they said the fat content was a night and day difference.

pigs aren't native there, correct?

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I got the chance to go with some locals on Maui on a pig hunt.

They were running dogs and finished the pig off with a knife to the heart.

They instantly gutted it and I packed it out on my back. We got it skinned etc and I only took a little bit of meat.

The sow was about 100 lbs and was living in an area full of macadamia nuts. She was loaded with fat and the meat was so tasty.

I made some spring rolls last night with a bit of the meat.

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Incredible experience - congrats. Just being along for the "ride" is incredible...

Hunting wild hogs with dogs and a knife is CRAZY! I went with some friends about 4 years ago in South Carolina and it was the craziest shite I ever did as far as hunting goes and all I did was watch. First off the damned dogs they used were the wormiest, mangiest looking bunch of mean bastards you can find....seriously mean arse dogs who looked as if they cooked and sold meth on the side. It was very close to being as insane as coon hunting except it wasn't dark...slightly easier to wade through swamps and avoid gulleys in daylight and, at least on this occasion, it did not seem like hawgs enjoy swimming as much a racoons because other than some small creeks we never had to cross and recross a river. The ending is what separates the insanity of coon hunting from the finitely more insane finishing a wild hog off with a knife. I don't care to see wild hogs from the truck....crawling into a hole in the ground where one is pissed off and fighting for its life is way outside my comfort zone...but that is exactly what these nuts did. A 200 pound boar that had run into a stump hole that was about 8 feet deep and about 20 feet in diameter with about a 1 foot gap that the hog and a person could get in.... and one of the guys in the group crawls head first in after the damned thing and almost disappears...dogs fighting one another because, as I said, they were at best an unruly bunch, the hog screaming bloody murder....the guy down the hole screaming obscenities and the other 3 doing their best to match him and me, standing there drop jawed watching what is, beyond a doubt, the craziest shite I ever saw in the out of doors. We all had a pistol with us...none of us other than me thought to use it and the only thought I had was when them mean assed dawgs took to me some of them were going to get shot.

When that old boy climbed out of that hole, dragging that pig, it was like some sort of devil emerging from its lair....had it been dark I might have shot the bastard to prevent its attacking mankind....it being broad daylight we did what men will do in that sort of situation...high fiving and screaming like wild Indians. Surprisingly the hog was the only animal out of all us who suffered any real injury. The nut who went headfirst into that stump hole was scratched and bloody, his and the pigs, but other than a few twisted ankles, briar scratches and dog bites none of the rest of us were non the worse for wear. The dogs were chewed up, most of them had also gone into the hole with the man and I am pretty certain most of the bites they suffered came from him and not the hog. All in all it was an exhilarating experience and all of us were so exhausted afterwards no one was bitten more than 3-4 times by any of them meth head dogs....

The meat would be even better if it wasn’t flooded with stress catecholamines and other hormones and lactic acid from the chase!

20 years ago on the CharlestonFishing discussion board, on the hunting section, there was an SC redneck talking about baiting hogs with motor oil under a tree, then sitting on the branch above it with a murder knife like Rambo, then hopping off onto the pig to stab it death. All these years I thought the guy was trolling until I just read your story about South Carolina. I now absolutely believe the previous guy's story and your story, as unbelievable as they both sound, they corroborate each other.

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They're nuts. I don't think its a big population of people who do it but they certainly exist. I work with a woman whose son is one of them....she says he comes home looking like he's been a bad car wreck every time he goes LOL. Them things is mean...

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man frick all that. I did it once when I was 19. Never again . Worst I've ever had my arse whipped. I'm fine with standing back and shooting them.

People don't think South Carolina be like it is, but it do.