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My baptism as a hog hunter took place in a waist-deep drainage ditch on a cattle ranch near Lake Okeechobee, Florida, in 2005. Robert Paxton had just waded across a 10-foot-wide ditch — soaked from boot heels to belt buckle, he looked back at us and matter-of-factly said, “At least one of you has to come help me. I can’t do this alone.”

Mike Tussey (owner of Osceola Outdoors guide service), fellow hunter Joel Townley and I hemmed and hawed. At just 7 a.m. on a January morning, nobody felt very eager to get wet.

The hound that had chased a hog across the ditch began barking more intensely. Paxton turned toward the sound coming from 200 yards away through the palmetto scrub. He tightened his grip on the leash that held his second dog.

Tussey finally slogged through the ditch. I figured I had two options: give up on the hunt right now and walk back to the Lakeport Lodge motel to watch cartoons for the rest of the morning or jump feet first into the adventure that lay ahead.

A minute later I scrambled up the far bank of the ditch with Townley following close behind. Water sloshed in our boots as we all took off at a trot to locate the dog-on-a-hog ruckus.

The baying dog kept barking in the pig’s face to command its attention and prevent escape. Paxton released the catch dog, which promptly grabbed the 120-pound sow by an ear and immobilized it. Paxton lifted the hog wheelbarrow-style by the hind legs and deftly flipped the animal on its side. He quickly knelt on the pig’s ribs and neck, pinning it to the ground.

“What do you think?” Paxton asked.

“It’s a long haul back to the buggy,” Tussey said. “Better let her go.”

Townley and Tussey held the dogs while I stood behind them. Paxton leapt up and trotted in our direction. The sow slowly got to her feet and eyed us. She started to charge but the snarling dogs persuaded her otherwise. The irate hog turned and bolted away, a survivor of catch-and-release hunting.


By the time we had crossed the ditch again and marched back to Paxton’s swamp buggy, strengthening daylight allowed me a better look at our mode of transportation. It seemed the perfect vehicle for cruising pond fringes and palmetto scrub in search of wild hogs — or for delivering Frankenstein’s bride to the wedding ceremony. Rather than robbing graves, however, Paxton visited the salvage yard to collect the buggy’s body parts while assembling his mechanical masterpiece.

The buggy’s organ donors include a Jeep Comanche (frame, rear axle), an International Scout (manual transmission), a Dodge Power Wagon (front axle) and a tractor (hydraulic steering components). Paxton procured the steering wheel from an unidentified Buick and added an aftermarket destroyer knob for a sure grip while traversing rough terrain. The straight-six motor and automatic tranny came out of a 1979 Ford Fairmont.

“The automatic transmission goes into a manual four-speed to reduce the gearing and produce more power. That way I don’t need a big engine,” Paxton says.

Don’t bother looking for a rear-view mirror or a brake pedal. Extremely low gearing makes brakes unnecessary — the buggy loses forward momentum the instant Paxton eases off the accelerator.

Riding on 149-24 tractor tires, the buggy’s top deck sits 6 feet above ground and measures 7 feet by 16 feet. The deck makes a stable shooting platform and offers ample room for hunters and gear. Under the deck you’ll find three dog pens and plenty of dry storage.

“The 17-gallon tank holds enough fuel for me to run all day,” Paxton says. “And there are a few spots on the engine where I can warm up a can of beanie-weenies if we want to have a hot lunch in the field.”

As we continued our search for porkers, Paxton explained how he and the dogs work together.

“I like to use a somewhat smaller dog for baying,” he said, pointing to Daisy, a female Florida cur. “Her job is to find and stop a hog, barking constantly so we can locate them. Then we send in the catch dog, which holds the hog by an ear. And we’re right behind the catch dog.”

Sarge, a Catahoula leopard hound, performed the catch duties on this hunt. Prior to setting out, Paxton had prepared the dogs for battle. He put radio-tracking transmitters as well as thick leather collars on both Daisy and Sarge to protect their necks. When he dressed Sarge in a heavy canvas vest to shield his ribs, the hound immediately tucked his tail between his legs.

“He hates to wear the vest, but I’m starting to like this dog and I don’t want to see him get hurt,” Paxton joked.

Florida Hog Hunting – THE HUNT HEATS UP

Daisy eventually bayed a 150-pound sow in an open area. Paxton released Sarge, and the catch dog grabbed the sow’s ear and pulled its head downward. Paxton then tackled and pinned the hog to the ground. He decided this one would make for good eating and promptly dispatched it with a 4-inch pocket knife.

By the time we loaded the hog onto the buggy, Daisy was telling us she had another one bayed. We discovered the baying dog could also catch — she held a 10-pound piglet in her mouth. Tussey extracted the squealing porker from Daisy’s jaws and when he put it on the ground, the small but fierce oinker charged him. He simply pushed the piglet away with his foot, but the angry little bugger kept coming back for a piece of him. After five charges, the tough guy let Tussey off easy and scampered toward the brush, still limping heavily from Daisy’s bites.

Within minutes the dogs corralled another pig. This time Tussey demonstrated his hog-wrangling skills by sweeping the animal off of its feet and holding it down. “Wanna take it with your pistol?” he asked Townley.

Not feeling comfortable about firing a handgun mere inches from another man’s leg, Townley handed the .44 mag to Tussey to do the deed.

Soon Daisy bounced three hogs that took off running across an open pasture. The agile hound managed to get ahead of and stop one sow. Sarge did his job, and then Townley took down the pig with his .44 mag.

My first hog hunt introduced me to a form of pursuit that I still enjoy. If you’re looking for some big-game hunting excitement Florida style, try the action-packed combination of hounds, hogs and a swamp buggy.

To take part in a Florida hog hunt, you’ll need a recreational hunting license, which you can purchase through the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission, by clicking HERE. Hogs are the second-most popular species to hunt in Florida behind deer, and you can legally hunt them in most seasons, except spring turkey. If you plan on hunting hogs on a wildlife management area, you will need an additional permit. To find out more about Florida hunting regulations visit myfwc.com/hunting.

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Remember the movie Blame it on Rio? The same phrase applies to Andy Hahn’s outdoor writing career. Andy grew up on the outer edge of Pittsburgh’s suburbia, where he could step out the back door to hunt, fish and run a trapline.

He met a woman named Ligia in graduate school at Temple University, whom he eventually married and moved to her home town of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Andy became fluent in Portuguese and found work as an English teacher, wedding videographer and translator while Ligia taught at the federal university.

In 1991, a twist of fate placed Andy in his orthodontist’s office when the doctor’s son stopped by. Listening closely as they talked of trolling for sailfish and dorado, Andy somehow wheedled an invitation for their next trip. When the good doctor saw the photos he took that day, he said Andy was welcome aboard his boat any time — as long as he brought his camera. The opportunity allowed him to become the only photographer in Brazil specializing in offshore fishing and landed him a job with a Brazilian magazine.

Andy went on to edit and publish his own fishing magazine out of Rio before moving to Florida upon accepting a position with Sport Fishing magazine in 1998. Since then, Andy’s articles and photos have garnered numerous awards. In 2001, Andy moved back to Brazil.

In 2006, Andy was diagnosed with ALS, but he continues to hunt and mentor other disabled hunters through his blog: camotherapy.blogspot.com.