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I went hunting this morning with my six year old son Cason, and hounds: Copper, Hillbilly, and Mike Jones. It took us until about 9:30am to find some fresh sign. I had walked about a half mile from the truck. I left Cason about 50 yards from the truck, playing in a small creek with a broken piece of surveying stake that he found.

Copper struck in a thicket and the other two joined in. In about five minutes they bayed. I was going in and I could hear several hogs chattering. About that time, I heard one of the dogs get hit and the hogs broke. They headed down the edge of a lake back towards the truck. I'm thinking that they will go down the water's edge because the whole shoreline is a briar thicket.

I start the ten minute walk back to the truck when the dogs turned North, right up Cason's little creek. I was chuckling because I figured he was back at the truck and he would have a good story to tell me about the hogs that crossed. I just didn't know how good the story would be! My chuckling turned to terror when I heard him give out a Comanche yell. I don't know how to describe it, but reminded me of a few times I have been really scared and knew the fight was on. I started sprinting, hit an armadillo hole and rolled, came into a bear crawl and came up running and yelling CASON! I got to within 100 yards and he met me at the fence out of breath. He was playing in the creek and four big hogs came right up it. He said they got really close and he started yelling and waving the stick and they turned. I looked at the tracks and they got within five yards of him. He was excited, but it scared the hell out of me. I had to be a little proud though. He never cried and stood to fight, I think he was outmatched though!
We ran the hogs till noon and 100 degrees. No hog, but a hunt I won't ever forget.

good kid that one. one in a million.
i got 4 yo twin boys gritty and hard handling but real good. you got any girls i can introduce them to when they get older, i'd like to keep that kind of grit going in my bloodline.

I got one that is twelve goin on 25. Them boys may be a lil young, but you never know. Lol. I got another boy that is 3. I wish my boys handled as easy as my dogs.

Good story -- we never know what we're made of until the chips are down. It's always an inspiration to know, that after being tested, our kids have what it takes!

His Momma wasn't near as proud of me as I was of him. She said, "You left him playing at a creek? What about snakes and stuff like that!" I just shrugged (I really didn't have an answer). She called me a few things, Honey and Baby weren't any of them. Lol.

hahahahha
you get that too huh?
women just don't get it.

That's one hell of a story Coady! Cason is one of a kind...well actually he is a lot like his daddy!

How is Mike Jones turning out?

Joe, I probably would have been running!
Mike is still barking WAAY too much, but I was proud of him on the Sunday hunt. When Cason made the hogs split, they went into a bedded herd of cows. This caused a mini stampede, Copper and Hillbilly came back. I thought, well those damn cows ruined that, but then I heard Mike opening. I loaded the others and jumped in the truck, drove about half a mile to where I last heard him. He was leaving with them and I could see where two or three hogs had gone under the fence with his tracks on top of theirs. I dumped the others to him and they ran them for about two and a half hours, baying occasionally but not holding. They were in a terrible thicket, I tried to get in to see the race, I would get close and they would leave out again. When it got to about 100 degrees it got down to a trickle. I got close to them and called them out.

The little cut that Hillbilly got the last time we went got infected and I had to carry him to the vet. That was the first time I had carried him, he was still a little tender. Copper found the hogs the first time. It was a pretty decent summer time hunt, but Cason's ordeal made it great.