Hog hunting is a family tradition.
My grandpa and grandma (nanny) have been going on hog hunts for as long as I can remember. So when we got a chance to visit some new friends in Fordoche, Louisiana, we loaded up the family and the dogs and headed south.
According to Google,” Fordoche is a town in Pointe Coupee Parish, Louisiana, United States. The population was 928 at the 2010 census. It is near Baton Rouge and the elevation is about 30 feet above sea level.” There are plenty of swamps and wet areas.
A friend of the family wrote an article on how our family hunts hogs. It was published in Louisiana Sportsman Magazine 2012. He showed it around at the plant where he worked in south Louisiana to a few of his co-workers. They were amazed at the techniques my family used and were having a problem with the feral hogs on their property.
Mr. Neal asked to get in touch with my grandpa. So the friend gave him the information and they got in touch with my family. He invited us down to go on a hunt. We loaded the dogs, the horses, and the family and head down. We had quite a crowd and the dogs were excited. We set out early the next morning and we were busy all day. There were horses, dogs, ATVs, and people going everywhere. We were catching hogs right and left. Mr. Neal and his family were amazed at how we had trained our dogs to hunt and we had a great time.
We caught several (Note: this was in 2012 before the laws changed).
Using horses, dogs and ATVs we rounded them up and by the end of the day we were wiped out. But it was a good tired. One we earned.
Everyone had a great time. Our hosts cooked, my grandma made biscuits and we ate like kings. It was a good day. And we had an adventure that we will talk about for generations.
Check out my post, Hog Hunting Family Tradition for a few more details on this hunt and the post The Girls Save the Hunt for mine and Nanny’s story of the day.
