MORE ABOUT THE BAD, WILD HOGS GENE BROOKS HUNTS
The Chapel Hill Boar, Part II
 Editor’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.
 Six
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  released
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
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