When my buddy, Curt, said he was coming over for a visit, I was pretty excited to show him the country and this fine pack of young dogs I've been working with. In fact, he even hauled a nice young dog over for me. We hit the woods nice and early the first day but it was a slow start. We finally got a good strike but they were unable to get it going. We found a pretty small track so we weren't too disappointed. The next bark was a dandy track but, again, it was just too old. Curt had to meet a contractor on his property so we headed home after listening to another guys race. They didn't catch the bear.
The next morning found us hopeful and confident because the dogs had made such a good showing the day before. The dogs were wired for sound after having no race the previous day so Curt would soon see the fire and determination that I have been spawning with these dogs. It didn't take long for the dogs to be chewing on black fur a couple hundred yards above the road. That short race only seemed to fuel the fire so we headed out in search of more game. After a few hours of silent rig dogs, we headed into a new area and the box blew up, once again. All of the dogs piled off and the fight was immediately on.
That is where things sort of went south. We then, spent the next two hours pulling quills out of dogs that were soaked in skunk pee from the mornings first race. Yep, I finally found a pack of dogs that have the ability and desire to hunt that matches my own.




