Howdy Mikel,
You should have told Weekender what my brother told my Compadre.
My younger brother hunted hogs for many years, and always used his trucks like a bulldozer, going over not just small brush, and cactus, but any mesquite he could plow down. He could buy a new truck, and by next morning it would already be all scratched up. One time that I dropped by to see him, and look at his new truck, he told me, " I buy my trucks to use them".
Well, one night he took a Compadre of mine who had baptized one of my boys, on a hog hunt. The dogs bayed a large hog in the thickest area of that place. My brother got there first, and shot the hog after waiting a while for my Compadre. He actually wanted for my Compadre to kill the hog, but it was also a matter of saving the dogs. Turned out that my Compadre who is an old hunter himself, found himself floating on top of the brush for a while. The whitebrush was thick, and it's one of the few that has no thorns. He couldn't walk through it, so he tried to go over it, getting stuck swimming over it.
They managed to drag the hog out of the whitebrush thicket, and flagged the spot with an old shirt leaving it there, and went after the dogs which had bayed another one.
After the second hog, they gathered the dogs, dragged that hog to a road that was close, and went to load the dogs. When they were plowing through the brush looking for the large hog, my brother turned to my Compadre, and said "next time we can come in your truck".
Homar
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