For those of you who obviously, have never hog hunted, "toe to toe", as the man said, please allow me to describe a typical scenario. Picture yourself running full out toward what sounds like a battle between Hell's demons. Dogs baying, biting, jumping at their quarry, a 300+lb jet black, screaming, mad as hell, wild boar! His massive head covered in blood and foaming saliva as he thrusts his razor sharp tusks into the neck of an attacking hound. With blood flying and dogs snapping and jumping, it's your opportunity to wade into the Malay and thrust your spear into the neck of the beast! You draw back your spear just as his black eyes meet yours! The beast bolts just as you jab! A MISS! The dogs quickly bay him again and the battle rages on! The dog handlers urge you on as they yell, "Hurry, he's cutting ole Blue!!!! He's got him down!!! STICK HIM! STICK HIM!" The dogs have the monster bayed in a mud hole! His tusks cutting and slashing as the dogs jump and bite at his tough hide! You wade out into the cold water and somewhere in the back of your mind, your brain is questioning your sanity and how you got into this precarious situation. You charge on at the urgent request of the handlers who are now desperately trying to save one of their wounded companions. "HURRY, HE'S DROWNING OLE BOWSER!!! KILL HIM!!!" You can't even see the demon's head under water, but you thrust with all the strength you have left into it's bloody, black body. He lets out a piercing scream and sinks down under the water as you scramble to get out of the muddy, bloody muck.
You crawl up the bank and collapse on the wet ground, thankful it's finally over.
So, is hog hunting with a spear sporting? You'll have to decide that for yourself. It sure ain't for everybody! The hunter who chooses the spear or knife as his weapon of choice has very large balls, and a very small brain! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif kyray
