So that’s me after baggin’ me a 800-lb wild hog last weekend, otherwise known as a razor-back. That sucker was chargin’ at me and I had to grab my magnum with the laser sight from my truck and I got him just in time…

lol not really… But I did spend my Easter Saturday and Sunday with my bff Amy in her hometown of Wauchula, Florida, amidst all the orange blossoms and all that. Technically I never thought of Florida as “the South“, but I asked for a 24-hour-red-neck experience, and I got it! lol.

The whole “sport” of hog hunting basically consists of you driving around in the woods at night in your 4×4, tolling a “hog trailer” behind you (used to keep all the wild hogs you catch), and you send out Bay Dogs (which sniff out the hogs and barks at it and keeps it in place) so the Attack Dogs can go after the hog while YOU go behind it and rope it and then wrestle it to the ground.

No you don’t usually shoot and kill the hog. You catch it alive and sell it to the Mexicans apparently.

Well, I only had on my Prada sneakers when I was down in Florida, and I had to borrow these “snake-proof” boots from Amy’s boy (Yes, there were snakes in the woods). And our whole crew only had like one flash light and one rope. So maybe it was a GOOD THING that we didn’t end up catching anything, cuz besides the lack of proper equipment, we were totally wasted after driving in circles for two hours and finishing cases and cases of Natural Lite.

At least all Amy’s redneck friends were nice to me. They told me something very important - “Stay behind the dogs when the hog starts charg’n…” And that is my 24 hours being a redneck.