Good hunt, bad hunt... RIP Tiger

Its amazing how you can go from high fives and feeling great about a hunt to long faces and "darn" within just a few moments. That spot where tiger went down was a rotten hellhole of vines and brush. I know on the way in to find him I was hoping he was caught up in green vines and just couldn't free himself. As we got closer to him and all was still quiet i was getting painfully less optimistic about the outcome. He was an excellent dog, and having been right there beside him the day his "switch" turned on for hogs, I felt as proud of him as if he were mine. Watching him turn into a dog at such a young age was a thrill, and he could be counted on to find hogs on his own.

I'm very sorry about tiger, I wish there was something that could have been done. It was a darned cheap shot.

Cheers
M