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sorry to hear at least something goo came from the hole thing.

had a relative a few years back go into e ledgy area after his dogs after leaving them out overnite.when he reurned his body was lifted out by helicopter.The descent to treed hounds can sometimes be a long awaited sound to the ears that the heart longs for.Houndsman be very careful.

I guess we all know that anything can happen in the woods, we just don't expect it to happen to us or someone we know. The more time we spend doing what we do, the more comfortable we get. When that happens, caution goes out the door. A couple of years ago I was looking for a tom that had been shot the day before. He was last known to be in a hole far back in a crack in a bluff. The only way to reach him was dowm the face of the bluff. I was clinging to the face of the bluff, loosing hand holds because of the sand stone, when my cell phone rang. You guessed it, Like an IDIOT, I answered it. I thought it was work related. Turned out it was someone just wanting to chat. Looking back, it could have been my last mistake!

My first cat, 12/06/10, had a good story. No damage or injuries but still interesting I suppose. Anyway, I was driving home on the 5th of Dec. when my partner Tessa called and said they just cut a track. I decided to come over whats called the "slip" road out of Kaycee, WY. (Chris Ledoux was born there for all you country folk). I got up and found them, not far from nightfall, and we had no luck with the cat. I decided to continue up the mountain and try to get down without having to drive around. Ended up getting stuck and had to spend the night on top. Knowing I was only 2 miles from cabin I hiked the best I could, staying in wheel ruts to orient myself. I finally made it to a cabin and slept off the -2F night. The next morning I contiued hiking toward the highway, it was still 11 miles out. An hour into it I see my father fly by twice looking for me, and neither time did they spot me. Now I know how helpless people feel on TV when that happens. 10 miles to go, damn this snow! I end up being found by an old timer living up there and on the way back to her house we spot Tessa (the original Big Horn Posse) We start heading down and sure as shit we find a BIG track. After a 21 mile race (Thanks Garmin!) we hike to our dogs and sure enough, there's my 140lb female!