Rusty, I was stationed at Weapons Department, Cecil Field, Florida., which, during WWII had been Naval Ammunition Depot, Yellow Water. My division officer, Mustang LTJG Wayne Church, former Air Ordnanceman, and a Florida Cracker and I hunted and fished all over North Florida. He once told me if you can catch a young hog in the open, you can run him down, grab a hind leg, flip him over and cut his throat.
I was deer and hog hunting on the base and I was perched on top of an old abandoned WWII concrete bunker facing a curved earth berm bullet backstop and a small rail road track inside following the curve. They trained Naval machine gunners during the war in this setup. Shooting at targets moving around the track with .50 cal. machine guns.
Anyhow, I'm sitting up there and I see a pig. We weren't allowed to use rifles on base because of aircraft. I raised my shotgun and fired 3 slugs at him and missed. I can't remember why the gun was plugged for three, but it was. The pig was running toward an opening in the berm to get out. He was getting closer to me by the jump. Wayne's words came back to me, "you can run him down". I dropped the shotgun, grabbed my knife and raced for the opening to head him off.
I covered about half the distance and now this hog is stomping, snorting and glaring at me. He's got 3 inch tusks, 3 inch hackles standing straight up and a huge set of male equipment underneath. The knife in my hand turned into a toy rubber knife instantly. Now I'm praying "Please Mr. Hog, I'll back up, you just go out the opening".......and he did. So much for knifing wild hogs.
It turned out I was trying to shoot over 100 yards with rifled slugs. So much for youth.
Merry Christmas,
Pete