The hogs came on Saturday night and rooted up a substantial plot of our St. Augustine grass.
I had no choice but to put Ricky on "Hog Patrol" the last 3 nights.
He kept us up all night Sunday and Monday nights as they kept coming back. But last night, a little episode at about 10:00 pm was all it took.
I reckon that they finally learned to associate Ricky barking with the gunfire that would follow. Kilt 4.
Attached are pictures of the damage and Ricky's GPS tracking for the last 3 nights compared with a map of the whole place. As you can see, he has been working hard!
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"Filet that fish? Hell naw! I'll scale him, gut him, fry him up in grease, take him by the head and tail, and play him like a French Harp!" - Uncle Paul sometime in the 60s.