He hunts. I don't know if I should feel sorry for this dog or admire his tenacity. I would feel sorry for him if he is lost. I wonder if this dog has been trained to hunt and if so it took several hours to have him to where he could hunt succesfully. One reason I think that he is lost is that he is so far in these woods from the nearest house. If this were a hunt the owner and the dog must have gotten separated miles apart. I have seen this happen before and many times the hunter will lay down his shirt, go home and the dog will come back and lay on it it waiting for that long anticipated ride home. A ride that will take him to a good meal and warm bed. It may take the dog several days to come back to an old familiar smell or he may be waiting the next day. One thing for sure is that is a time of hope and anticipation for the dog and the owner. You can bet many an hour as well as a pretty penny has been spent training this animal to be the hunter that is inside his very being. I hope that if this is the case that the next day when the owner drives back to where he last saw his trusted friend that he will be waiting on that old shirt with tongue and tail wagging. This cycle will be repeated many times in the realtionship these two will have.
Now I told you the dog sounded like it was on the other side of Tub Lake heading toward the Duck Roost. Tub Lake is a ......
Saturday, February 02, 2008
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