Okay, here are some details. The dogs aren't Argentine or pit bull. They are Southern Cur Dogs and they simply hate pigs. It is in their breeding to go after pig. That's what they do. The dogs are about the size of a large beagle and have a similar look. They are friendly to people, and just love their work.
I got my pig at the crack of o-dark-30 while sitting in a tree stand and wiping 1-liter mosquitos off my face and the back of my neck. We'd all sprayed down with some Cutters, but these bad boys didn't seem to notice. I heard the corn feeder spin some corn, but it was still so dark I couldn't make it out. As the morning just started to brighten, I heard pig noise and saw three coming in out of the gloom. Two of 'em were black and nearly invisible. The one I shot looked like he was wearing camo, but there was enough lightness in his color for me to actually see his outline. What I couldn't see was the blade sight on the front of my 30-30 Model 94. But, I knew where the pig was, and I knew where I was, and I knew how the meeting would end.
I made the shot and heard the squeal and saw the pig drop. Turned out I hit him through the backbone at the top of the shoulders. But I didn't know that at that moment. Dark, you know? So, when I saw the pig trying to stand, I got out my .44 Mag Redhawk and hit him two more times. That was all for that pig.