wbcace
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Registered: Mar 2011
Location: SW Oklahoma
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(Tree my dog?) (My dogs treed?) Help needed!
A little humor can brighten almost anyone's outlook.
I have a 16 year old son who has not had the best week in the world. He works part time at a dairy, this week his boss went to a seminar and sale, out of state. Saturday he went to work at 03:00 hrs. he got off, loaded up, and went to a UKC hunt two and one half hours away. We got home Sunday at about 03:00 by the time we got unloaded and the dog bedded back down he had about 5 before he had to go back to work. Already having a bad taste in his mouth over the hunt he was really down. He got to work and found that another employee had tore up the 4 wheel drive vehicle they use to round up cows on about 300 acres. Needless to say he was really late finishing up and got home, showered and passed out.
Last night our hunting buddy and cousin called him and said lets go when you get off. He agreed, I was still pretty tired and declined the offer and stayed under the air conditioner with a gallon of sweet tea!
Normally when they go on a weeknight like this they make two or three turnouts and are done and home by 01:00 hrs. I began to get a bit worried about two and got on the computer to do a locate on his cell phone to see where they were at. As I opened the laptop i saw headlights coming down the drive and met him at the front door. He was covered from foot to about the middle of his chest with black rotten swamp mud. I saw what I belived to be a tear, could have been sweat, running down the side of his face. I asked where is the dog? He said she is in a tree and they couldn't get her down. You could tell he was at the point breaking down. I asked what happened and he said that they turned out and her and the other dog had stuck hot and treed in about 3 minutes, when they got there the other dog was treeing in a swamp and it took them a while to find his dog who was about 40 feet or so up a leaning willow tree. Apparently for the next two hours they tried everything they could think of to get her out.
Two hours and one forty foot extension ladder later the dog was extracted from the tree. My son was exhausted, and had that, it couldn't get any worse look on his face, as he picked the exhausted dog up and put her in the box for the trip home.
As were were driving out the gate to head home I asked how he would call that in a hunt? Tree my dog, or My dogs treed. He went from a frown to a smile and still has it this afternoon.

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