After two days off my feet battling the flu or who knows what, I really needed some fresh air. I didn't feel particularly great this morning again, but the dogs needed a workout. I have about 15 different places where I put the dogs on the wildlife area I hunted today. There was a vehicle at every single one of them when I got there. I literally drove around for 30 minutes trying to find a place to hunt where I wasn't going to fuck some poor deer hunter. I'm sure some of these folks were hunting rabbits or pheasants, but still, did EVERYONE have the day off today? I finally found a spot I thought I had to myself as there wasn't a car in sight. Right after I got the dogs collars on them and sent them off, here comes two dudes walking up the access road out of the area I'm heading into. One guy had a shotgun, the other had a small white dog on a lead. Wasn't a hound of any sort, but they both had orange on. We waved as they went by, but I didn't make any effort to talk to them since I was off the trail 50 yards or so. And it drizzled heavily the entire time we hunted. Slick found two, Lefty found one and we went to a couple of obvious dens. The second one Slick found bailed out to the ground as soon as I got to the tree. Slick chased it into a hole very quickly. The other two died of severe head trauma. Fresh air did me some good. I feel better now than when I got up this morning. Dogs got to stretch their legs a little. All things considered, we had a decent little hunt.
Slick 29
Lefty 10
Slick 29
Lefty 10