First hunt......

First hunt was spring 2004. I went with some guys near Crosby at night. I received minimal direction from them because I was evidently taking part in some rookie hazing. We had a bay, sent in the catch dogs, and next thing I know one of the guys hollers at me to go in and stick it. All along I thought I was there as an observer and about crapped myself. I jumped in there without much second thought and sealed the deal. I must have held my breath the whole time because it took me about 5 minutes to catch my breath after it was over. I'll never forget how loud everthing seemed at night on my first hunt. The barks, the grunting, the squealing, and under growth getting trashed all seemed like it was 10' in front of me. I was hooked instantly. After going on a bunch more trips and 2.5 yrs later, the passion for the hunt and seeing the dogs work never diminished so I set out on starting my own pack.