Thank,s brother's! I was a little sad but Im ok with it. My dog's are the most important I love em unconditionally. Been a hard month for injurie's. We have done pretty well over the year's. We used to vest strike dog's too, but then went to vesting just the catch dog's. No more they all wear vests from now on! If you remeber Saturday before last my dog Jack took a hit to the chest, I am so thankfull he is ok. While Parmeter and I were hunting that ranch, one of my best friend's was hunting another 6 miles up the road. He was on a nasty Boar as well, and thing's went south quick. He could not let the prized catch dog's go, because the battle was to far off, and getting further. He held em back, and did the right thing. He ran, and ran heard one of his two dog's get hit, and quit barking his heart sank, the dog Cornbread is his favorite, and best from a line he started. The Cornbread line I love this dog. His other dog Miss grit a year old maybe, kept barking then it got silent, the kind of silence where your'e heart stop's with time, and everything stand's still. He searched for over ten hour's, and sadly did not have a tracker due to lack of fund's, like me until I got one a few month's ago. Donated by a friend to us. A friend went to the ranch first light the next day, and stayed and searched till dark. Being a new spot for the dog's that they never hunted, I thought they got lost. Torry thought they got kille'd, and he was a wreck. I tried, and offered to due whatever it took, and go out that night even beat, and tired, and take the next few day's off work. Friend's and neighboors looked througout that week. Torry went up again the following Saturday to no avail. I had not slept a full night with them two dog's on my mind. Miss grit was found by a park ranger, and returned about 6 day's into all of this, that was awesome! She was a long way's off probably got turned around. Troyy, and I contacted everyone on facebook, and must have made a million call's over the following week this one just passing. I get a excited text after text, this last wednesday. Torry got a call cornbread was sighted, he made it about thirty plus miles! Looking for his friend's and home! He made it to the ward ranch that they hunt, and he had been hunting pig's since a pup. Torry, searched frantically day, and night 24-7, just could not find him covered many miles. Seemed like he was chasing his tail, and calls kept coming from people seeing Cornbread. And I got a call from a friend who work's with us at the county come to find out the following Saturday when Torry had gone to search the ranch the dog's were lost at, Cornbread was seen up the road at 5 am. Just missed being found by two hours. Torry got there at 7. I think that morning Cornbread gave up the wait, and heade home. This last wednesday morning Torry called me at 5 am, he had been out all night near the ward ranch area they alway's hunted. I asked if he was ok, I was heade for work, and offered to spell him, and takeover. He said he would continue untill after sunrise, and then go home for a few hour's sleep, and come right back. 8 am that morning I got a text from a good friend he found my great buddy's dog, dead on the road, by Berry's saw mill just a couple miles up the road from the ward ranch, hit by a car. It was the last place Torrey had just looked for him. just a hour or so prior. Such an unfitting end to a dear friend. I had to pull off the road my eyes were so full of tear's. That night I cried myself to sleep it was such a sad ending for such a friend who had a ten day struggle, and fought to the end. He is buried up on the Ward ranch overlooking the river, and the coast. Till the end of our day's there is a new place, it is called Cornbread peak.
