Sent: Monday, November 24, 2003 10:52 AM
Adventure abounds! This weekend the Matagorda Posse’ headed down to the
Refuge for a little wild hog round-up and what a hair raising, testosterone
flowing, adrenaline rush it was! We had Pat, Scott, Russ and myself riding double
on 2- Four wheelers, a 40 lbs sack of corn and an AR-15 assault rifle. Scott
and I paired up as the dawwgs while Pat and Russ paired up as the shooters.
We ran a few miles down the island anxious with anticipation that the hogs would
be up and running just before sundown. It wasn’t very long before we drove
up on a big black 300 lbs boar that we nicknamed El Toro just 50 yards off the
road. He saw us and as he hauled ass into the cedars, I said to Scott “Hold
on we’re goin in after him.” We circled around the cedars 1 time
and figured out that El Toro was lying low so I said to myself “we’re
gonna have to go in and find him.” We dove straight into brush that was
taller than us and with the engine revving and the smell of burnt grass on the
tail pipe, sure enough there he was. Low and behold, we we’re now eye
to eye 10 feet from this monster and no weapon.
Luckily, El Toro got tired of looking at us and decided he was going to sprint
down toward the dunes and the chase was on. We stayed between the hog and the
dunes for about a mile running at 35-40 mph and literally going airborne over
sand dunes, trying to head this hog off at the pass. After an impressive yet
unexpected jump over a very large tree that was barely visible in the sand we
were now making headway on El Toro. We had hogs jumping out of everywhere, running
in all directions as our bull finally came to an exhausting hault. We turned
the 4–wheeler head on with the intention of spooking him northbound over
the road where Pat and Russ were waiting patiently to take a shot. Nope- wasn’t
gonna happen. Instead we we’re face to face with one pissed off son of
a bitch with 3-inch tusks protruding out the side of his mouth. In what was
just a few very short seconds, I envisioned steam coming out of his snout and
his front hoof pawing the ground as he was now fixin to kick our ass. “I
heard El Toro say “the fun is over boy’s”. Spanish music was
playing softly in the background as we we’re now in the center of the
arena, just two rodeo clowns without a barrel. That’s when I hear Scott
say so eloquently “ Watch out dude- I think he’s coming at us”.
We couldn’t back down- it was too late. He came charging straight at us
and head butted the front steel bumper of the 4 wheeler and amazingly brushed
off down the side. It all happened so fast I` thought we we’re going to
jump straight over the top of him and flip the 4 wheeler. Miraculously we we’re
saved. Bursting with adrenaline, we ran back up to the road, jumped off the
4 wheeler- let out a loud scream and high fived each other- WOW! What a rush.
All in all we killed a few ducks, a 80 lbs hog and a 4 foot rattle snake this
weekend and finished the cedar off inside the cabin. Its no doubt the story
of El Toro will be told around many a campfire this hunting season!
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