We set out this morning at 5am & took our dogs to go check out some grain patches where hogs had been spotted recently. We let the dogs & "roaded" them for about a half mile down the downwind side of a cut corn field & they struck and caught a boar about 5 minutes into our hunt. This was a really nice boar, probably in the 275-300 lb range, and he was an old cuss. His cutters were worn down to big fat nubs. The weirdest thing about this boar was that he never made a peep when the dogs got on him. No grunting, no squealing, he never made a sound. Our dogs caught and we ran in to try to leg him & get control, but he was too darn big for Lance to get the back end of him off the ground. I ran in and assisted and we got him up and stuck him. 1st pig down. We loaded up our dogs & pig and went a mile up the road to another feed patch, and let the dogs loose again. In about 2 minutes, we had dogs fighting something in the ditch..... we roar up there in the pickup to see bad news, a porcupine. So, after a brief 1.5 hr stint of pulling quills, we were back in business. There was a peanut field about 3 miles south of the porcupine disaster, so we went there next. The dogs hardly touched the ground when they struck and took off. It was getting light enough to just see dust being kicked up in the field, and these dogs were BURNING UP A TRACK on a pig. They were getting out of the country pretty quick, so we unloaded the 4 wheelers and took off across the cattle pasture after them. That race took us 1.25 miles down through some grassland, rolling sandhills, and finally into the sandy river bottom country. It was a bruiser of a sow, about 225-250 lbs & she bayed up in a pond. The dogs were trying to catch from all directions when we ran up there, and my buddy Corry and I jumped in the water's edge and legged her. I stuck her directly in the heart this time, and she was gone in less than 5 seconds. As we were trying to get her loaded on the 4 wheeler, our dogs struck again and took off. We drug the sow out into an open area and took off after the dogs. When we got to where we thought the bay would be, there were dogs and hogs running in all directions. I have no idea how many hogs were in there, they were all running through thick grass all over the place. The dogs would get together & start to bay, then the bay would break & it would be off to the races again. This went on for nearly an hour. There were literally so many hogs in that area that our dogs could never get together to bay a single hog. We had hogs run within 20 yards of us twice. One of the guys in our hunting party had to be back in town early, so we caught our dogs at the first opportunity & headed in. It was a fantastic morning of hog hunting, and one of the most exciting hog hunts I've ever been on. We could've done without pulling quills for a while (and nearly getting dog bit during the process) but it was one great day to be in the woods. Here's some pictures. I'm the one with no hat. Then there's Corry, who is the one in the green shirt, and Lance in the t-shirt. The lighter colored hog is the sow, the dark one is the boar. In the pictures, the sow looks bigger but that definitely wasn't the case.