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Hay folks! Activity to be boxy to top my aftermost two columns. The old Waterloo hog was a bad-un, as Howard Cosell acclimated to say, “One for the almanac books!”
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Folks, airing with me a moment as I allotment my affection with you about the trials I went through in my apperception and spirit afterwards I got … able-bodied for abridgement of bigger words … run over by a actual bad, bad animal hog.
I accept bent hundreds of big animal hogs. Heck, aback in the day we bent them live! Abutting calls? Abiding I had them, BUT never absolutely could I say I was in the position I was in with Waterloo. Flat on my back, staring at elephant-sized ivory.
Folks, I will add this tidbit now that I can attending aback and anticipate about what happened and not feel so abundant humiliation. I affirm (snicker) that ol’ animal was animated aback he absorbed me! Folks, aback activity or a bad hog knocks you down, whatcha gonna do? Breach bottomward and feel apologetic for yourself? Authority that affect to the end, folks. I will blanket this yarn up with a affidavit about actuality agape down.
Last month’s affair was, "I am acceptable already as I anytime was." I wrote that adage as all crumbling men’s war cry! Anticipate about it a minute, if you will. As we men age, there does appear a time aback acumen should acquaint us, “Man, you charge to contemplate a bit best afore you act.” I don’t apperceive about you, but this old cowboy never got that memo!
Well, Pilgrims, we will let this month's affair be, "We all accept a plan until we get hit, or in my case, run over!"
I charge acknowledge it agitated me added than I anytime anticipation it would. All affectionate of affections ran through my apperception for weeks afterwards Waterloo. Am I too old? I don’t accept the backbone I acclimated to? What will appear aback I go afresh and am faced with a bearings aback I ability charge to go in alone? I could/would not coursing for two weeks cat-and-mouse for the stiches to appear out. A lot of changing questions flowed through my head.
During that time, my youngest daughter, Kendell Talbert, a nurse, absolutely backward on me about giving up hog hunting. “Why do you hog coursing anyway? You are accepting old.” That absolutely accursed this ol’ cowboy up! Is it a division I am in? I accept progressed through the duck-deer–aholic division to this “not boaring” division of my life.
Was it time to adhere it up? I did beating that anticipation about in my mind. Geez, with that thought, my pride did able-bodied up in me! How could I end my career on a somewhat abrogating note.
Folks, I abhorrent no one for what happened on the Waterloo hunt, not alike castigation truly. It is what it is; I did what I had done absolutely hundreds of times before.
So it was for the Pee Dee Cowboy, my ego was battered. But, alas, attractive aback at the contest and how they transpired, it is yet afresh one added time that the Acceptable Lord is alive on that bifold allowance of ego this cowboy endures. I accept way added than my allocated allocation of ego. So accident some was apparently necessary. Heaven sent? Ego. One analogue is Edging God Out.
Folks, my affections were active wild! What would appear abutting time I got on a bad-un? So, I ample the accouter a bit; the abutting coursing I arrive some top hands.
Enough words. Let’s coursing a while. Let’s ride, I bawled. All in one motion, I put the Garmin GPS in its “PDC affidavit sheath,” affected the spurs to Simpson, and off we galloped. The Pee Dee Adventurous dogs had aloof addled a hog.
Yep. We heard a appealing acceptable action activity on, but afore we got close, the hog broke. Abiding enough, I knew he was headed home to some bad cut-downs on an abutting hunting lease.
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“ Let’s ride fast, boys!” I shouted. “We ability can cut him off.”
I knew from acquaintance what was abstraction up. We were aerial bottomward that old logging alley jumping deadfalls as comfortable as you would footfall over a limb. Artfully abstention low blind limbs, spider webs and snakes, we were authoritative some time and accepting advanced of the adventurous dogs.
The GPS was assuming what we alarm a active bay. The abate faster dogs were apparently bitter at the hog’s abaft aggravating to get it to stop and fight. (PDC tidbit: Folks, we done bent all the apathetic and brainless hogs, and what we accept larboard is a adept hunt of ambiguous beastly hogs.)
We were accepting close. Undesirable thoughts were entering my mind. Would I accept the old do or die assumption aback we got to the bay?
Well, I did not accept to anguish about it because the adolescent accoutrements out-rode the ol’ cowboy and had the pig on the barbecue by the time I got there. This was a archetypal run; the adventurous dogs had fabricated an absurd run on this hog. They ran that pig (ended up actuality a acceptable sow) bottomward through some actual acrid terrain.
We had it all on this run: archetypal bang and bays. Fast and bent riding! Matter of fact, we all had alone hats, guns, all affectionate of accessory aggravating to breach up with the dogs. It was like a abundance coursing on the way aback to the truck, award all our absent accessory actuality and there.
None of my hunting affair absolutely knew what was activity on in my thoughts. Through the years, I accept absolutely backed off the communicable and announcement of the hogs. I’d progressed to aloof actuality the coursing adept and demography of the pictures. So me not jumping on this hog was not obvious.
On this coursing was ex-bull addition and now able horse trainer Brock Griffith, of whom abilities I accept appear to account and emulate.
As we hunted, I discussed my feelings/thoughts/emotions to him about what had transpired on the Waterloo hog. Folks, you aloof got to adulation absolute cowboys and their simple adventurous access to best aggregate in life. Ain’t a cowboy that can’t be throwed and ain’t a horse that can’t be rode.
Brock echoed some astute sentiments. “Ain’t a catechism if you’re activity to get hurt; the catechism is when.” Asperous adventurous for asperous folks. So it is, I reckon, bullriding and agrarian animal hunting Pee Dee Cowboy style.
Wild Animal Hunting Pee Dee Cowboy Style. Never gave that abundant admitting until aloof now aback I typed out that statement. I aloof account that is yet addition storyline for the Pee Dee Outdoors account column. So abundant to write, so little time! So it is for a cowboy with GTBRHS: Got To Be Riding Hunting Syndrome!
So, folks, I somewhat anesthetized on this run and a few added agnate scenarios on that hunt. But what would appear aback I was absolutely tested?
OK, folks, booty a sip of that java you been nursing in this yarn and let the ol PDC breach the “Thank you, Lord, I still accept the spirit” hog.
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I accept a active account in my apperception of some Marsh Tacky association I appetite to allure into the swamps of the Great Pee Dee so they can absolutely appear to acknowledge the ability of the Tacky in the swamp.
So on this hunt, I arrive a cool nice adolescent brace from the Lowcountry, Ashely and Charlie Tims, both of who are alarming dog and horse trainers and accomplished hog hunters.
Rounding out the hunting affair was Eric King and Wylie Bell, both of whom are ardent Tacky people. Both had capital to accommodated the Tims and aces up a little advice about their business, Puff Mud kennels.
I had all intentions of blame aback and demography a lot pictures on this hunt, but abiding enough, we got into a sounder of pigs appealing quick. Yep, runners every aftermost one of them, apprehend for one concealed one. He was absolutely alone a few anxiety abroad from us, but it was so blubbery we could not see him. Him articulate bad! The adventurous dogs could not get him caught.
And afresh it happened. Off to the pig races, or for abridgement of bigger words, pig-a-modium. Charlie had brought two acceptable dogs and they had arrested out forth with a brace of my adventurous dogs. What to do?
I could faculty Charlie capital to account his dogs so we rode against the administration they had gone. No one knew what I knew. HUMMINGBIRD.
No, pilgrims, we weren’t branch to a bird watching gig but to one of the roughest cut-downs in the swamp. So aback I whistled hummingbird, my affair anticipation the ol’ cowboy had arrested out and bare some psychotherapy.
Thankfully, afterwards we struggled up a abrupt railroad bed embankment, I shouted let’s analysis the Garmin one added time. Abiding nuff, article was accident abaft us. We heard a bay.
“ Whoa now,” I quipped. “That sounds like a booger case from Timber. Charge be a appropriate hog. Let’s EASE that way.” Yep the hog bankrupt as we got close. Hamp, who had been on addition hog, heard Timber and abutting the chase.
“ Let’s cut them off!” I shouted, so we rode adamantine to get about the ache acreage they were in. I knew area that hog was headed. Not good! Maybe not a hummingbird cut-down, but the alarming crow’s nest! And yes, Pilgrims, the crow’s backup was a far means off!
The dupe were adequately accessible and Timber and Hamp put abundant calefaction on that hog they got him stopped. “Good one,” I said. “Let’s get to them quick. He ability breach and run again. Those two dogs ain’t got abundant %$#” (posterior anatomy) to authority a bad hog.”
We all bound dismounted, and I told Eric, “Pull your gun out. Be accessible to shoot that hog,” because I knew all the bolt dogs were over in the Hummingbird cut-down. The attending on Eric’s face was priceless because I NEVER say cull a gun.
Folks, why did I say that? I never anytime say cull your gun until usually it’s a appealing bad situation. Was my assumption gone that I was cheating the thrill? Subconsciously, was I accoutrement for my abridgement of assumption that I perceived I would not have?
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Wow! What an agitative brace of account as we eased into the bay. “Be ready, be ready!” I bantered to Eric and Charles that they can’t authority that hog. They were aggravating to bolt him, but anniversary time they would put teeth to him, he would aloof bang them out of the way. We had a bright appearance of the accomplished show.
“ Don’t shoot my dogs,” I hollered because I could faculty some acquisitive activate fingers from my gunfighters!
Out of the bend of my eye, I glimpsed a active dog! It was ol' Dukie. He had one affair on his mind, and I knew he would hit that hog with all he had. There would be a actual baby window of time he could authority him. Yes, folks, he was a appealing acceptable un. Added than one dog could authority for actual long.
Bam! Dukie hit him. Folks, don’t accurately bethink any affections or thinking, I aloof ran in and bent that hog by the aback legs and hollered put him bottomward boys!
Just that quick instinct, for abridgement of bigger words, kicked in for me. If my adventurous dogs had the dust to booty on that hog and I could not account them, I would aloof as able-bodied abdicate the business.
So, “Thank you, Lord” was accurate by castigation absolutely as I aggregate my experience and savored the moment. Unbeknown to my hunting party, a above accomplishment had aloof transpired. Not aloof agriculture a acceptable boar, but a man’s spirt was reborn appropriate afresh and there in that river bottom.
Folks, whether it is block agrarian boars in the swamp for action or whether it is aloof every day qualms, anniversary one of us has fears/doubts/uncertainties, alike in the banal routines of life.
How do you overcome? Who you gonna call? That’s right, Pilgrims. C all aloft the Lord in aggregate you do. What a allowance it is to be reborn!
Don’t avoid your interests and passions. Given the chance, the Holy Spirit will allege to you through them. It is my achievement for you that He comes a calling!
Oh, yeah, in activity aback you get hit, whatcha activity to do? Breach down?
In activity and added trials, it ain’t how you start, it’s how you finish! So about-face the reins of your activity over to the Acceptable Lord. He won’t beacon you wrong. Activity will never be BOARING again. And, yes, Pilgrims, you can adduce the old Pee Dee Cowboy on that one!
Catch up with the ambiguous Pee Dee Cowboy at 10 a.m. on WWMB CW21 or HorseTalesTV.com or CarolinaMarshTacky.com.
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