“I turned to my left just in time to see a HUGE BOAR, 644 pounds, coming at me like a runaway 18-wheeler…”
Ever get knocked flat by a huge charging boar with razor sharp teeth and tusks? It happened to Texan Brian F. while moving calves one day. When he regained consciousness, he had a gaping hole in his forearm and a raging pain in his leg. But, no damage to his Fire Hose® Jeans.
Almost everyone knows of or has heard of the enormous problem that Texas is having with wild hogs. They caused over $7,000 in damage to our crops last year alone.
One of the reasons I purchased a pair of your Fire Hose Jeans last year was to protect my legs when plowing through the thick green briars in search of these nasty tempered boars. I love to hunt them with a bow on my off hours and your jeans sure have made it a lot easier. Little did I know that they would be instrumental in saving my life.
I was wearing them the morning I had to go down into the creek bottom to look for calves. We were changing them to another pasture and I knew that more than likely they would be down along the creek and under the big cottonwoods.
I had just rousted out what I thought was the last of the calves, when I heard something moving in the brush. I turned to my left just in time to see a huge boar, 644 lbs., coming at me like a runaway 18-wheeler. Before I could even react he hit me and knocked me flat on the rocks in the creek bottom.
When I awoke, I couldn't think straight but I could hear my 112-pound Airedale, Cody, raising hell and snarling about 50 yards down the creek. I got up and, as soon as I did, I felt pain in my right leg and in my right arm. I looked at my arm to see a gaping hole in my wrist and forearm that went all the way through. I later found out the boar's tusk went in on the outside and came out midway between my wrist and elbow.
When I tried to walk, my right leg felt as though someone had punched me as hard as they could right on the muscle. I looked down but didn't see a hole in my jeans. Later I was told by the doctor that the boar had gored me both in the arm and leg but if not for the tough material of the jeans, the tusk would have torn through my femoral artery and if that had happened I would more than likely have died before I could get medical help.
Enclosed is a photo of the hog. My dog Cody kept him cornered until I could get to my truck to retrieve my gun and put him in his rightful place, hanging from an oak tree.
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