The rain really screwed up our hunt. The hogs all hit the deepest gullies and canyons in the middle of the densest brush they could find to get out of the freezing rain and sleet. We even covered between 18 and 20 miles on foot with the dogs, to finally bag one huge sow on Saturday. She was about 300 pounds, live weight. I spotted one big hog on the far side of the canyon on Saturday night, but we were not able to get to him before dark.
Since Craig had to drive back to Phoenix and I was starting my new job today (Monday), we just packed up on Sunday morning and hit the road home by 9:30 AM.
I was sure impressed by Chipper, the ranch owner's son. He was about 5'7" or 5'8", probably mid-30's and he made a back pack out of the gutted hog by taping the front and rear legs together on each and packed out that hog over a half mile, mostly uphill. He never even stopped to catch his breath. Gutted, with the head still on, the hog weighed over 200 pounds. I'll have some pictures in a day or two when Jorge emails them to me.