As MyMrMallory and I wandered about in the countryside, we came upon quite a sight, well, quite a sight for this town gnome. We saw two all-terrain vehicles piled with several men and dogs. The dogs alone were a sight to see. A couple of them stood on the hood, noses up, vigilant for the odor of wild hogs; they had dogs that wore protective vests; and all the dogs wore tracking devices around their necks.
We stopped. "You look as if you are ready for anything," said MyMrMallory.
"Yeah!" said the hunter. "Why don't you follow us?"
And we did. We watched until the hounds and the hunters in their all-terrain vehicles disappeared into the winter bushes.
Wikipedia has an interesting entry on hog hunting through the ages.
Rough terrain rarely stops passionate hunters.
Banshi, a pitbull, wears a protective vest.
Jasco and Skipper rushed into the wild when they smelled a hog.
Focussed.
Red Dog, the youngest and most vocal.
Red Dog announces her eagerness to run.
Hank is steady on the hood as they traverse the country in search of hogs.
One of the all-terrain vehicles pulled a wagon in which, at the end of the hunt, they held a captured 230-pound sow to take to market.
Tracking the dogs on his GPS.
The hunters released the hounds and all disappeared into the bushes. At this point, MyMrMallory and I turned around and returned to bird-watching on our own.
The next morning, the wild cam made an image of a wild hog.