Grabbed my dad who is getting along in years and suffered a massive heart attack a few years ago which resulted in open heart surgery three bi passes and a new valve gasket--considering that when he had the attack we were several hours from town on a horse trip by the time we made the hospital he was almost dead--Dad now has only 60% function--
The two dogs run the backtrack when I put them down--which has proven to mean it's pretty warm and after twenty minutes they came back sorting it out on there own and flying--opened on track as it dumped down into the draw and Dad and I were making tracks--I heard the jump maybe twenty more minutes and then it was quit for the dogs run down off the ridge--Dad was slowing down already just when I was hoping to pick up the pace but as we crested the ridge we found the Toms recent kill.
That ole buck I've hunted before--seen flashes of those antlers but he always given me the slip--he was exactly where I jumped him in October.
Can't stay for long dad had caught his breath some and we dived off the ridge after sorting tracks--weren't to long to hear them dogs treeing and libby and Lijah had done there job and Dad finished it. The ole man was a tad excited Buck fever and unsteady hold but he sorted it out and got the Tom-- The pic of dad says it all to me--so far the best day I have ever spent on the mountain with dad.
