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The Chapel Hill Boar, Part II

Click to enlargeEditor’s Note: Gene Brooks of Dublin, Georgia, who hunts hogs in three different states and is on call to a large number of landowners and farmers. When a bad hog or a pack of hogs starts eating and destroying crops, tearing up roads and killing dogs, then landowners and farmers call Brooks, whose motto is “Have Dogs, Will Travel.” Although Brooks catches and removes any hog or group of hogs that terrorize the landscape, he specializes in “killer” hogs – those that have been hunted before by other hog hunters. These killer hogs are so bad that they leave bulldogs, curs and hounds lying on the ground like casualties from a bombing raid. This week we’ll continue to look at the man, his dogs and the hogs he hunts.

Click to enlargeSix weeks later, after Gene Brooks had sewn up his dogs and buried Rusty, he and his buddies decided to go back and get the Chapel Hill boar. Catch, Trip Neal’s catch dog, and Jim, Brooks’ catch dog, were taken to try and catch the hog. “Jim was a cross between an English bulldog and a pit bulldog,” Brooks explained. “I told David we were going to get that old boar that night.” Brooks had been checking on the hog every week after the boar had killed Rusty, and he knew that the hog was staying in the area. Thirty minutes after the tail gate was dropped, and the cur dogs were released, four dogs, Crook, Slim, Twin and Hobo had bayed that big bad boar and were yapping at the boar. “When arrived at the site, the four curs were trying to catch the hog,” Brooks said. “So we immediately Click to enlargereleased the bulldogs to keep the catch dogs from getting hurt. We didn’t realize it at the time, but Hobo, Slim, Twin and Crook were cut up from one end to the other. However, they were determined to catch that hog, even though they weren’t catch dogs. And, that boar was just as determined that nobody was going to catch him. But when the two pit bulls latched on his head, the hog went down.

“The hog was in a ditch. Trip grabbed the boar’s hind legs and lifted him, and I grabbed the boar’s front legs and threw him. We finally got the hog tied up, and I took the two dogs that had to go the vet out of the woods at 2:00 a.m. Luckily, our vet, Jim Hobby, would come when we called him. He knew that then our dogs had to

Check back each day this week for more about MORE ABOUT THE BAD, WILD HOGS GENE BROOKS HUNTS...

Day 1 - How It All Began
Day 2 - Breeding Cur Dogs
Day 3 - The Chapel Hill Boar, Part I
Day 4 - The Chapel Hill Boar, Part II
Day 5 - The Chapel Hill Boar, Part III


Entry 283, Day 4