Well we lost hearing and drove to a place we could listen and maybe get a signal - wind was howling but we got a direction and started hiking and sliding ( it's steeper than a cow's face lick'n a salt block in a badger hole ). We hiked down about a mile and could here the hounds treed solid about half way down to the Snake River (maybe 2 more miles). When my hunter and I got to the tree all 5 hounds we're blowing the bark off a monster White Fir ( about 15-20 feet in diam ). The top of the tree was broke out up about 50ft and the top was on the ground and we could see it was rotten in the center. The hounds knew he was there and we knew he was in the the top of this hollow tree. Not much we could do but bang on the tree and listen to him pop his jaws. I realy did'nt want to pack a sasquatch up out of that hole to bad - my hunter said he wished we had a chainsaw LOL. I said just be glad that rifle is the only thing you have to pack out of here
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