Posted 07-30-2003 at 18:51:54
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....hunting buddy came by this morning at 7:10 a.m. with his dog box and his hog trailer. John is an adult, Jake's only fourteen, but John sees something in Jake that defies explanation. They get along like chocolate cake and fresh cold milk. He had all three of his catch dogs and one very large wild boar. I can't remember ever seeing a wild hog that had as much weight on him.
He said he had just caught the hog an hour before, and the dogs were living panting proof. They were lathered, and Duchess, his pit bull female had a pretty good gash in her shoulder. The hog was surprisingly clean. Both ears in tact, not a mark on him.
He came by to show Jake. Jake has been grounded from leaving the property since Friday night and won't be off restriction until this Friday. John is just that kind of a friend that he had to come by and rub it in.
"Where's he at? Still in the sack?"
"No, he and Jamie walked back to the woods to see if they could get a hog."
"Well, that's no good, we got to round him up, I got to go to work, but he has to see this hog! Teach him to mess around and get hisself in trouble." He spit a thick stream of tobacco juice into the dirt at his feet. "Reckon he'd hear the horn?"
"It's worth a try."
He laid on the horn, and then even whistled between his teeth a few times. We waited. No Jake, no Jamie. We must have leaned against the truck talking for close to an hour, pausing every little while to send out another honk or whistle. Finally John said.....
"Oh he!!, what am I thinkin' I know how to get him up here."
Then without further ado he let out this horrible blood curdling half-scream half-yodel that was so unexpected I bit my tongue, and so weird that it raised the hair on the back of my neck. Not only that it raised the dogs from their semi-conscious state into full alert. Baying to beat the band.
"That's ma dawg call." He said grinning, "Carries for miles." He was positively beaming.
"I guess it does. Seems to work too." I pointed at the dogs who by that time were turning circles in their boxes trying to figure out how to respond to that call. "Might not be a bad idea to warn a person before you let loose with that type of thing, John." I said, sucking on the sore spot on my tongue.
"Sorry about that. I forget how loud it is."
Loud? I didn't think it was humanly possible for a sound like that to come out of a person.
Ten minutes later Jake and Jamie came dragging up from the woods.
"Heard my dawg call, didn't ya?" John said grinning.
"You kiddin'?" Jake answered laughing. "That sound carries for three counties."
John showed off his hog for awhile and Jake was appropriately jealous and angry at himself for not being there for the whole deal.
"Reckon you can stay out of trouble til Friday, boy?" John asked grinning.
"I will do my best."
"Well, do better'n that..... you're best don't work worth a sh*t half the time."
They both shared another laugh and clumsy old, bad smelling, unbelievably loud, and simple to the point of a standing coma John, climbed into his truck and drove slowly away, and I couldn't help thinking how glad and honored I was that he chose us as friends.