T
he dogs were set loose with GPS trackers
on their collars, while the local dudes I
was with cruised into the jungle, having the
type of conversation that fisherman might on
a boat while they wait for fish to bite.
“That’s why they call it hunting, not catching.”
We waited awhile for a signal from
the dogs until I thought we wouldn’t
find anything. Finally, we heard
the dogs call.
It’s the dog’s job to find the pig, hold the pig
down by grabbing and locking onto the pig’s
legs, and then the hunter comes up and finishes
the job with a knife.
We climbed about 400-500 yards up the
mountain following the sound of barking
and pig squealing, and the GPS signal from the dogs. We found this
piggy, which was small, but still
a good enough size to make some
smoked meat.
Some of these photos originally appeared in Flux Hawaii Aug 22, 2012
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