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Article: A Squealing Time Hog-Dogging at Uncle Earl's; At La. Event and Others Across South, It's Hounds Against Boars
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- The Washington Post
- Article date:
- March 29, 2004
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The unearthly yowl rattling the swing gate out at the fairgrounds
offends the eardrums in almost unimaginable ways. It crosses from a
squeal to a grunt and back again, a blaring, impossibly awful
incantation.
The gate cracks only an inch or so before the beast shoots out,
all 250 pounds of snorting, speeding, sharp-tusked meanness. The
mushy bogs where that peerless political scamp, Louisiana's Earl K.
Long, once hunted can't offer up a creature more surly than this one:
a fully grown, fully cranky wild boar.
Junior Toler waits, squatting warily behind a splintery wooden box
and holding back a yapping Catahoula so eager to chase the pig that
it has stretched its collar to a ...