
Neighbour called this mourning@ around 8:00am said a bobcat had killed a game hen and wanted to know if i still had hounds. Told him i did but had a funeral and couldn't get out until around 1:00pm. Loaded the kids ol opossum hound as soon as i got home and headed out on the 4wheeler. Dumped ol sarah behind the chicken yard and went to drifting into the timber. She opened here and there acted like she would have rather stayed in her heated dog house. This went on for 30 mins or so and then she took out like a pup would on a deer track ( it wasn't by the way ) all alond her trail i saw chicken feathers and thought it would all be ending soon she was choping steady as i toped a brushy rocky hill. Then she went under some cedar trees & went stone cold silent let out some whines here and there, the snow was melted for a couple hundred yards at this point. I looked in every tree within sight poured the ground over and cast her out further and further but never picked up the cat again, not sure what happened but we will try'er again soon. I am plotting my revenge in the form of an ol pale faced walker hound



