Daisy never met a porky she couldn't whip. We stopped hunting a good place for woodcock because it was also a good place for porky's. Ike got into one last year pretty bad. One quill was a real pain. His face swelled up and he was on antibiotics for months. The vet tried to take it out surgically twice. This year he got into one again but it mostly on his leg. I always carry a pair of hemostats in my vest.
While going to a cover to hunt I came on a big porky in the road. I stopped the truck got the Kimber 45 from the center counsel and gave the offending rodent two hollow points. He will never injure a bird dog.
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There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter...Earnest Hemingway
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