The San Francisco call., 1898-01-16
ID HOGS ON THE SAN JOAQUIN VALLEY LOWIANDS.
The Savage Brute Knocked Over in the Nick of
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about to get a little nearer I went to the left and Jim to the right.
 The old rascal must have scented us for he lifted his snout and started for the brush directly in front of where I was standing. 1 stepped out and in the excitement shot too soon, for he was over seventy-fve yards off The shot never touched him and he made straight for me.
 T did not think there was any dan ger, for 1 knew all I had to do to get another and better shot was to pump another cartridge into the magazine l tried to work the gun. The cartridge stuck. 1 pumped 1t for all it was worth but 1t would not budge.
 T was on one kneee using every muscle to dislodge the shell and the boar was coming head on like g. lirn- ited express.
 1T saw he'd reach me before I could jump anywhere for safety, so clubbed the gun and made | smash at him. But I slipped on the soggy ground and he was at me when l heard Jim's Winchester crack. The boar looked as big as an elephant to me for an instant. I'm sure his tusks looked larger than mastodon's.
 He was right over me, and one of his tusks graZed my duck coat as Jim caught him between the shoulders. I laid flat on the ground, reaching for my knife as the boar toppled over.
 That's the closest shave I ever had. Catch me fooling with those magazine shotguns any more. Trombone that's what the crack Reliance man calls himself, may break bluerocks with | them, but I'll take a rifle and a A l caliber Colts besides when I go after wild hogs again.
 1 What We should have had was a | lot of good dogs. Then there would have been q pretty fight I'll bet that old boar would have made it warm for | the best dogs in the country
 When Jim fired the boar fell directly l across my body, and couldn't get out l from under him till Jim ran up and 1 helped to roll the big brute over. He | did not look quite so big when he was stretched out as he did when standing | over me with his head ready for a 1 rascal just the same. We each have one of the big tusks as souvenirs of that fight.
 "On the way home we bowled over l another. An old SOW and two pigs were roofing acorns under an oak. This time we had a 'cinch, for we were | right on them, and while l put a load of buckshot into one of the pigs Jim | caught the sow right under the left l shoulder. Then our troubles began again. How to get them out through | the brush was the next question. We finally decided to take the pig ana let the old woodchOpper take the SOW out if he wanted her.
 "That night we had a feast in his cabin. He dressed the pig, did the cooking and we did the rest. I tell you we were hungry
 Several other hunters are conten- ! plating a trip into the bottoms for boar hunt. but they intend to take along several good coon dogs to see what sort of a fight one of the big | boars will make.
 Oscar Marshall of the Stockton po- lice force is an old-time market hunter He declares that there are hundreds
 of wild hogs along that portion of the
 San Joaquin west and south of the rail-
 road bridge He hunted there over
 twenty years ago. and at that time 1t
 was a common thing for the market
 hunters to knock over a wild hog when
 they wanted fresh pork.