Sitting in the sage with the engine running, headlamps on bright.
Quail hunting today with my 15-year-old Scout, and my 1-year-old Jet, both Springers.
About noon, Scout was right behind me as I broke through some knee-high sagebrush, and she was looking for a way through.
Turned around to whistle up Jet, and as she is coming in I turn back around, and Scout is gone.
Just gone. Been looking for her all day …not a sign of her.
Poor old girl is deaf and half blind.
Now it’s dark in coyote country …
Would appreciate some mojo sent this way. Gonna go run the roads again and see if I find her.
Damn!
"What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as freedom should not be highly rated." Thomas Paine
