I ain't worried no more, we got all dogs out safe and sound, made some new friends, cuaght some good hogs and best of all didn't get shot, stabbed or bungholed by tweekers.
It was a fun day and I had a pretty dang good time, but I think Ol black Bo and Skeeter must have drank some of the runoff water from one of them crack shacks and hallucinated their butts were on fire to get that far gone.
Y'all we found them two lost dogs about 3 miles(crows flight) across some alligator infested country!