On New Year's morning, seven men, seven horses, and six hounds (curs and Catahoulas) all gathered at Alton Norris' lodge, near Cary. Then we all piled into pickups and trailers and rolled over to the Delta National Forest, a sprawling bottomland tract just 10 miles down the road. When we got there, we saddled up and waited until dog handler Ken Holmes let loose the hounds. And off they went into the thick January woods, noses to the ground, trying to catch a whiff of wild hog. And they did, too, as we heard loud baying in the distance after a few hours. Then it was off to the races, everyone at full gallop, tearing through the forest toward the barking and howling.