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Took the dogs out this morning, got in the woods and they’re getting busy. I can’t remember all the details because they spent most of their time split up and running everywhere with me trying to stay in range. I did hear my April gyp bay three different times, every time I’d get within about 300 yards, she’d go quiet and be moving again.
I did catch a couple of the youngsters bumping deer, I try not to get too hard on the pups for that considering it’s the first time I’ve actually witnessed them doing that. After about an hour and a half of us chasing each others tails, Dan ended up by the truck so I gathered them up and roaded them to the next drop spot.
Get parked and start walking, dogs are moving about, there’s some recent rooting in the Bermuda pastures but not getting on anything hot yet. Do a little sweep around the edge of the small lake for nothing, then proceed to the next patch of woods. The dogs are working around and of course, they’re split in two groups. As we’re coming to the field edge, Dan, April and Lacy head out, Hondo and Pete are to my left working another area. Now I hear bacon bits getting smashed and the voice of an angry sow at about 210 yards. I start to them while toning Hondo and Pete, I’m about 100 from the scene of the crime and I see Pete at a full run heading to the action then Hondo.
I get there and they’ve got an old sow caught up, so I help her enter into eternity. It would be nice to brag about how they shut down some crafty runners, but they didn’t. So we get the easier lay ups, the bedded down sows and such, I’m not salty I’ll take them however we get them. Dogs got their hog, nobody got injured or arrested, it was a good day to be alive in Gods glorious creation.
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