Agreed Ike, My grand pappy told me in the woods one day many years ago, everytime you go hunting, you build good memories, or bad, but they will stay with you the rest of your life. Fellowship and friends is the most important, and listen to a good pack of hounds, its memories will be priceless. I've lived by that rule since that day.Ike wrote:None taken, and it's took bad anybody would get treated that way in the field by anybody, any place or anytime. Good luck where ever you go.............
ike
The guy that tried that, I'm sure his ego is still healing. I bet he dont stop another Wi truck and try that. I was going to get out, and teach him respect, but that would have been to easy, My mind was made up for me and my dogs to spank him, fair and square. Mission accomplished. Dam, glad it happened in them two weeks, or I would still be there, I wasnt leaving until I got the job done
The morning I was leaving, he sent a guy to try and buy a dog or two, I seen this guy with him a few times, instead, I went to a guys house, that I bumped into and treed a female lion, and 2 cubs together, good man, had a couple of old coon dogs to try and run a lion, didnt have any money, but his heart was in the right place, and tied up a nice year old male which was out of my good dogs, I brought. To me that is what life is about 
