TX Hill Country Hog Dogs

TX Hill Country Hog Dogs I’m a special operations combat veteran in Texas who has a passion in the Dogo Argentino breed and primarily using them for hunting hogs.
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My goal is to share my passion with the world as I find therapy from my PTSD through my dogs.

09/29/2024

Benefit #7 of running a well minded dogo pack that hunts together: You get home from a long day of your daughter’s barrel race to find that your two male dogos somehow ended up in the same kennel together and there’s not a single drop of blood to be found.

Caught a good one the other night with my amigo Tony. Bay dogs bayed him solid at the edge of a rocky steep slope. Dogos...
09/20/2024

Caught a good one the other night with my amigo Tony. Bay dogs bayed him solid at the edge of a rocky steep slope. Dogos went in and anchored him down giving us plenty of time to make our way up which was pretty difficult. Nonetheless we got him caught and nobody was seriously injured. A fun night and a good change from our cross country runnin type hogs.

Runnin DogsOver the years as a dog hunter, I’ve been asked a lot of questions about my method for hog hunting. There’s o...
09/10/2024

Runnin Dogs

Over the years as a dog hunter, I’ve been asked a lot of questions about my method for hog hunting. There’s one question in particular that seems to be asked more than others though. Folks ask, “Why do you use dogs?”

If we go back to when I was still in diapers you can find VHS tapes of me playing with all my dad’s game bred pit pups in the yard and the mud including my own black and white pit “Big Boy.” I’ve always loved dogs since the day I could remember and always had a dog beside me on every adventure I had in the woods. It didn’t matter if I was hunting birds with my BB gun, squirrels and rabbits with my Grandpa’s old.22, or calling varmints from the back of my 12V Cummins, I always had a dog with me.

From my Pit pups to my Boxers, then to my Australian Shepeherd and Blue Heeler cow dogs, to my Catahoula and Black Mouth Curs, and finally up to my Argentine Dogos and Plott Hounds, I have loved and owned and hunted dogs in some way or another.

One of the main reasons I use dogs is plain and simple. I love dogs. I love watching them work, I enjoy seeing them do what they were bred to do, and I admire the courage they have to go flying full speed, face first, and without any doubts into the face of their prey.

When it comes to the sportsman side of the conversation I believe that there’s no better sportsman than a dog hunter. Before I explain why, folks need to understand that hogs are aggressive, durable, resilient, smarter than any dog, and have a nose 2,000 times greater than a human and better than any dog that’s ever been created.

So you have a man that’s invested well over a year into a single animal and trained him to the best of his abilities to go out and find him a hog. So the dog is already outmatched simply based on their God-given qualities. As well, during this process, the dog has to be taught every animal he is allowed to hunt and every other one he is NOT allowed to hunt. Let me tell you from personal experience that teaching a dog not to hunt a porcupine is my absolute least favorite lesson in the raising and teaching of a young hog dog.

So a man is taking this dog out into the hog’s home that he has been living in his entire life. This hog knows the land and knows exactly how to navigate it. He knows every creek, every canyon, and every bottom. The dog doesn’t. The hog has hooves and the dog doesn’t, so when it comes to rocks, cactus, stickers, and anything else on the ground, that’s just another advantage for the hog. The hog has a superior sense of smell and is smarter. Also important to mention is hogs have a very thick hide and boars typically have a shield. Hogs can also easily outrun any average dog. Lastly, a hog is running and fighting for his very life. He ain’t gonna quit. It’s all or nothing. A dog can quit whenever he well chooses to. There’s a few exceptions for some of us who have had the blessing of owning a truly great dog or two, and that’s a rare dog that will willfully give his life for his love of the hunt as well.

So the odds are stacked against a dog. Then you add in the climate, the terrain, and the temperature, and it gets even harder. So then your dog manages to find the hog now he has to stop him. This hog may run and never stop running, he may run a few yards and stop to fight, or he might just sit right where he is and fight anything that comes to mess with him. It all depends on the individual hog. Around our parts in Texas, 95% of the time a hog is going to run for his life if he even hears a dog bark. So stopping a hog after finding a hog in my opinion is the most difficult part.

Lastly, you have to catch the hog. So you have another dog that a man has fed and spent over a year or two developing that has to run in and physically grab the hog if you’re able to find and stop one. That dog has to hold that hog until you get there to either dispatch the hog or tie him. The dog also has to catch right. If he don’t have a good enough bite then all that work goes out the window when the hog slips out of his grip and runs off. Then that hog becomes educated and is going to be twice as hard to ever catch again if he isn’t caught immediately. Good and great catch dogs are hard to come by.

It’s even harder to make a dog that can multifunction and both find and catch a hog. I’ve found this is the most difficult way to train a dog but one of the most effective and rewarding. But it’s a double edge sword. It’s both great reward and great risk.

So the work that it takes to train up a good pack of hog dogs can be time-consuming, frustrating, expensive, and at times drive you completely mad. But when you see that dog you love that you’ve been training for years and developing going out there and burning up the woods and finding, stopping, and catching hogs there’s just not a better feeling of accomplishment.

In my opinion, running dogs is the most ethical method of hunting. As described above, you’re taking an animal that you own to go out in the homeland of another animal that bests him in every category and asking that dog to outsmart the hog on fair ground that he was born on and lives in with every opportunity to outsmart the dog, outrun the dog, outfight the dog, or even kill the dog. Pretty big and dangerous task to ask of a dog. But they’ll happily do it and not because they’re forced to do it. They do it because they love it more than we do. I’ve seen plenty of hunters who love running dogs give up hunting. Never seen a good dog who loves hunting give it up.

So people think I am out of my mind when I tell them I run dogs. But if they were educated and understood the value and impacts of dogs and how much work their owner has to put in, then they would have a different outlook. Because I’ll tell you right now, running dogs sure sounds a lot more ethical and respectable than standing on the edge of a farm field, dressed in full camouflage with face paint, 300 yards away, and using night vision to find and shoot hogs that never stand a fair chance. Or sitting in a stand waiting for a hog to come running to corn. Sure, somebody may shoot more hogs in one night than I can catch in two months but when it comes to being an ethical sportsman hunter, I believe a man who runs dogs is the best there is.

So that’s why I run dogs. They’re a man’s best friend after all. We ain’t all just careless abusive owners. Our dogs get to do what they’re bred to do and fulfill their purpose in life. They get to work and make an impact. And if someone thinks we don’t care about our dogs then go ask a dog hunter’s wife or family member what happened on the day that hunter lost his favorite dog. We love our dogs and with a stern hand we do our best to raise them. It ain’t easy running dogs but there’s something special about watching them work and do what they were born to do.

Go ask any dog hunter and he will tell you that he has lost more hogs than he has caught. If he tells you otherwise, then he is a liar!

God Bless.

09/03/2024
Happy National Dog Day to these white dogs of mine! To the ones I’ve had and the ones I’ve got. A man’s best friend. May...
08/27/2024

Happy National Dog Day to these white dogs of mine! To the ones I’ve had and the ones I’ve got. A man’s best friend. May the Lord continue to bless me with good dogs in my lifetime!

I’ve got access to a lot of hogs and a lot of land. Any sized hogs and thousands of acres. If you would like to come for...
08/20/2024

I’ve got access to a lot of hogs and a lot of land. Any sized hogs and thousands of acres. If you would like to come for a hunt I have a great area that you can test your dog on some hogs and get on a mock hunt or a legit hunt. Ive got a 20 acre pasture for bay dogs. I’ve got strike dogs to simulate a bay or we can let your dog do the tracking. I have tracking collars and shock collars. I’ve got access to a ranger to ride around in for the hunt. If you need trash breaking, I’ve got you covered on that as well. If your dogs are green and need veteran dogs to help show them how it’s done, then my running catch dogs and bay dogs will be available to assist. Whatever we catch you get to keep no matter how big. This is a great area that you will surely enjoy and a great opportunity to run your dog on prime land. This is only for folks who need an area to train their young dogs, don’t have access to land, or need a place to work and train a dog or two. This is not an area for a veteran hunter who just wants a place to run their own pack of finished dogs. Please pm me for more information and pricing.

Thermal Hunters all day long 🤣
08/03/2024

Thermal Hunters all day long 🤣

Five of 2024’s biggest boars so far this year. I’m missing 2 more but will add them when they’re finished up!
07/29/2024

Five of 2024’s biggest boars so far this year. I’m missing 2 more but will add them when they’re finished up!

Sure am missing these two girls. Kitty and Texas. Some of the finest dogs I ever hunted with. Hard mouthed and all busin...
07/20/2024

Sure am missing these two girls. Kitty and Texas. Some of the finest dogs I ever hunted with. Hard mouthed and all business in the woods. The good Lord gives and takes away. Hopefully we can have another pair of females this great on the yard again. I have the last female of this trio who is the closest duplicate to Kitty I can get. She will be hitting the woods this fall and we will see if she can live up to the greatness of her family and give us the next generation of true dogos to run the Texas Hill Country.

06/19/2024

Got us a good sow this morning. Duende and Hammer solid as always. Frio did well for his 2nd official hunt and knows what a hog is. Tony’s dogs Boone and Bobby doing great work as usual. Good day to be a hog dogger

I can’t spoil too much about this hunt but had a good friend Chris Miller join me for a unique hunt that will be feature...
06/06/2024

I can’t spoil too much about this hunt but had a good friend Chris Miller join me for a unique hunt that will be featured this fall by one of the most popular companies in America. Today, Frio became an official running catch dog and earned a place on the yard. A special thank you to my wife for supporting me through all the years and for being there with me in the highest of highs and lowest of lows. Thanks babe you’re the best! Another thanks to the good Lord for blessing me with some good hunting dogs and the opportunity to do what I enjoy. Thanks to Chris for supplying the buggy and another sure enough strike dog and trusting these white dogs of mine to get the job done in a rough spot. Got really muddy tonight!

06/04/2024

When they want to see a true “Nogo,” show them this video.

One of my favorite hunts. Ran this boar down once he got up on a flat. Kitty, Texas, and Duende. Kitty and Texas passed away but I still have their bloodlines which will be hitting the woods this fall. Duende is still with us.

Was planning to build a great foundation on top of these 2 females but when you hunt them like we do, things happen. Sure, I could have coddled them and just let them each catch a hog or 2 and then bred them 2-3 times like 98% of the dogo world, but they would have never made names for themselves or fulfilled their true purpose that way. Feels like I would have wasted great dogs.

Kitty caught over 100 hogs and was a great dog and she would have never made noise in the hunting community if I had not given her the opportunities to do what she absolutely did best. It’s from letting them do what they were bred to do that they changed hearts, opinions, and views on the breed in front of those who got to see them in action.

Kitty and Texas’ blood still lives on, and if the Lord has it in His plans, then I will have another full pack of dogs like this one here in the next year.

For now, Duende has been holding it down with our up and coming young male Frio and been doing a great job.

A Strange NightI went hunting with my good friend Tony on Sunday night and had a hunt I won’t forget for a while. Not yo...
05/30/2024

A Strange Night

I went hunting with my good friend Tony on Sunday night and had a hunt I won’t forget for a while. Not your typical hunt where we strike a good boar and catch him in some canyon that ends in a wild story but something quite different.

The night started out in the hills between Harper and the James River when we arrived around 9:30 p.m. We had waited until well after dark since it was nearly 100 degrees earlier in the day. When we started hunting, the temperature surprisingly dropped to around 77 degrees, and was quite cool. We were pretty excited about that.

On our first drop, we were around two hundred yards away from the first feeder when my strike dog Hammer started sounding off on the bed of the truck. Tony and I have an unwritten rule though that we need a two-dog vote to drop. Maybe ten seconds after Hammer fired up, Tony’s dog Boone began firing up as well so we dropped. Tony also had his young dog, Bobby, who went with the veterans to go bay us a hog up. My dogos Duende and Frio were in the dog box patiently waiting to do their jobs.

The dogs all ended up on different ends of the ranch on this drop and split up. They weren’t able to line one out in this particular drop. It was very odd though as they clearly jumped something but whatever it was had given them the slip.

So we got the dogs back and decided to hunt in another area. The dogs wanted to get out and hunt and so we decided to road them. We dropped the three bay dogs and they were eager to hunt and instantly got to work.

We were maybe nine hundred yards from our target area when Hammer jumped one off the road to our left about two hundred yards away. He sounded off and the others went to join him. Before too long, the pup had come back and it was just Hammer and Boone out there running this hog about a half mile away.

Tony and I decided we didn’t want to have to go that far to get them as it seemed they had lost the track again. We have had a few big boars give us the slip out in this area and with as hot and dry as it is on the land we hunt on, we decided to get the dogs back.

So we began calling dogs back and they slowly began to make their way back to us. I toned Hammer and gave him a little buzz on his tracking collar which he knows I’m telling him to come to me. He is an obedient dog and he always comes back when I tell him to just like he did earlier in the night.

This is where things got interesting.

There came a point where Hammer was backtracking towards us and then just stopped under a large tree and some brush. He wasn’t barking. He wasn’t making a sound. Boone was still on his way back to us but Hammer hadn’t moved for around five minutes or so.

I told Tony I was going to head out and go get Hammer because I just had a bad feeling something happened to him. I’m not sure why I just told Tony that I hoped someone didn’t shoot him because he just stopped and wasn’t moving and hadn’t moved for even longer now although Boone was still working back towards us.

So Tony joined me and we both decided to go get back both dogs as we couldn’t drive any further than we had already gone. We got our headlamps, grabbed two leads, and off we went.

Along the way, I was just stumped on what Hammer was doing. I had a lot going through my mind. I wasn’t sure if he had been shot and crawled in the brush to die or if some pack of dogs had killed him or if he had been cut down by a boar. It just didn’t make sense as Boone was coming back to us but Hammer wasn’t.

We crossed a big creek with steep side walls and got to the top and around one hundred yards later we stopped and let Boone come to us. Tony clipped him and offered to go with me but I told him to just go back to the truck and I’d go get Hammer who was still around six hundred yards away and hadn’t moved. Tony offered me his pistol but I declined. I never carry when I run dogs. Personal choice is all. Tony and Boone left back to the truck and I continued on my way to Hammer.

I just had a weird feeling as I got closer to Hammer. Something wasn’t right. I wasn’t afraid but something was off. I called to Hammer and kept whistling to him and he refused to move. He was under that same tree that he had stopped under twenty minutes earlier. I got to within one hundred yards and my sixth sense just started firing off alarms in my head.

Next thing you know I was within 40 yards and kept calling Hammer and I couldn’t hear anything moving. Now I was suspicious and was fully expecting to find a dead dog. Now I was within 20 yards. Still nothing. I started easing forward very slowly and cautiously and I knew something was very off.

Then I finally sneaked up to within thirty feet from where I could see Hammer on my Dogtra tracking system and in front of me was a giant tree with agarita, shin oak, and cedar all around it along with a dead grey tree that had fallen under the bigger tree. Hammer was in there. Only a few seconds after I got to within thirty feet something began growling very loud in the brush and I assumed it was Hammer. Regardless if it was Hammer or not though, my adrenaline spiked and I knew that wasn’t a good sign.

My heart started racing and I instantly regretted not getting that pistol from Tony and instead grabbed my knife and pulled it out of its sheath. So many thoughts started going through my head. I was like “Well today’s the day!” I thought it was some dogs guarding Hammer’s dead body and was ready to defend myself and I quickly backed up maybe ten feet or so behind a tree as the growling intensified. About the time I reached the tree, something blew up out of the brush pile that Hammer was in and ran away towards my right. When that happened, it felt like someone drove a sledgehammer through my heart and into my gut. Clearly whatever it was had seen me coming long before I got there and it had the jump on me if it had chosen so.

So whatever animal had dove out of the brush bounded away and I could hear a few rocks move and a few branches crack and then all was quiet within two to three seconds. It vanished. I was frozen and wasn’t sure what it was but I was expecting it to be a big boar and figured Hammer had chased him out but I looked down and Hammer was still in the brush pile in front of me where he had been the entire time. I couldn’t smell a boar either and usually when you’re that close you can smell a big one. I waited a few seconds to see if the creature that ran out would come back but I was certain it was gone.

I started whispering to Hammer again and walked toward where he was as my heart was pounding in my chest and my eyes were darting in every shadow. Then Hammer began coming out of the brush very slowly and very cautiously. My initial thought was that he was blind because he was looking left, right, and everywhere else but at me with his nose in the air. It seemed like he was terrified and was incredibly concerned about whatever had been with him a few seconds earlier. He hesitated to come out from under that tree for a little while as he kept staring around. This made my skin scrawl. I thought he had porcupine quills in his eyes or that he had possibly been sprayed by a skunk but there was no evidence or smell of either of those scenarios. I quickly checked his body for any injuries. He had no marks or blood.

I’ve been in combat numerous times in Afghanistan and Iraq at night and have been running dogs at night since 2004. I ain’t the kind of man to get worried easily. I wasn’t ever scared going out in the woods in the dark by myself. I’ve never been scared in the woods except once before when I was a young teenager. This was the second time. There’s just something different about being one one-on-one versus raw nature with nothing but a knife with no cell signal in the middle of nowhere. Things just weren’t adding up. Hammer kept looking around as I called to him and he finally got to me and sniffed my hand and at that point, I decided it was time to get the flip out of there. Hammer didn’t try to hunt. He stayed right by me and we moved at a brisk pace watching our backs and it wasn’t until I saw the truck and Tony that I finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was a long walk back.

Tony asked me what had taken so long and I told him what had just happened. I loaded up Hammer and just prepared to tell Tony and hoped he wouldn’t think I was crazy. He was just as shocked and confused as I was. As we drove through the ranch back to my truck, we talked it over for a while discussing what it could have been and all we could both agree on was that it wasn’t a pleasant situation. We got to the top of a hill on the ranch and there was a big pretty blood-red moon to put the cherry on top of my night. Needless to say, that will be the last time I walk solo in the woods to retrieve another dog. I’ll be taking another person or a dogo with me from now on.

After a few days of thinking about it and what Tony and I had talked about, I have one assumption that makes the most realistic sense given the situation. I’m not going to say this is what happened but it makes the most sense given what had happened. It would be fun to hear what everyone else thinks as well.

I think somewhere along running some hogs, Hammer ran into a cat. I think maybe that cat decided to have Hammer for dinner. Hammer has great survival instincts and I think he dove under that tree to save his tail. I think the cat may have been trying to find a way to get to him as we worked our way there and finally being pressured enough by my arrival, the cat decided to abandon Hammer for dinner. That’s the only logical scenario I can come up with for that particular situation. My only regret in hindsight is that I wasn’t able to send a few dogos in to see if we could have caught ourselves a cat 🤣

What are your thoughts?

My wife was on the way to work this morning and saw a group of hogs leaving the house so called me and told me where she...
05/22/2024

My wife was on the way to work this morning and saw a group of hogs leaving the house so called me and told me where she had seen them. Woke Ryder up, grabbed Duende, and set off. Got to the spot she said they were at and couldn’t see them but knew it didn’t matter as Duende would take a track anyway. I could tell he was already winding them as he was whining in the bed of the truck and antsy wanting to get out. Dropped the tailgate and Duende instantly took off running with nose in the air. Within a few seconds, he found the track and was nose on the ground full sprint. We watched him work and he went up around 300 yards, jumped the group, and caught us a sow. Simple work for him this morning. Ryder was so excited and happy and it’s how us hunters wish we could start every morning. Thank the Lord for a watchful wife, a son who loves hunting just as much as I do, a beautiful Texas morning, and a good dogo!

05/10/2024

Me and my buddy Tony managed to get us one last week! Ol Duende starting to feel better after getting hamstrung by a big sow in a sounder. Didn’t think he was ever going to be able to run again but he sure fooled me.

Doing some training today with Frio. Working on coming back to me when I call him back. Getting his mind working. Natura...
04/30/2024

Doing some training today with Frio. Working on coming back to me when I call him back. Getting his mind working. Naturally, he will just follow my senior dogs when called back but it’s always good to have a handle on every individual dog for uncountable reasons but a few situations such as crossing a neighbors, crossing into a river, directing his attention in a different direction, unwanted or aggressive animals in the area that may present a problem, or maybe it’s just time to pack it up and head home. Either way getting a handle on them makes life easier.

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04/19/2024

Got some new merch to show off!

Duende joined everyone for some s’mores this evening…he’s a good boy.
04/08/2024

Duende joined everyone for some s’mores this evening…he’s a good boy.

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