Sourdough
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Once again the track was lost and the scent hounds scattered to all points of the compass.
We also scattered to all points thinking maybe the Leopard had given us the slip.
The rancher and his trackers found the Leopard tracks again and ran on them. The Leopard was laying down frequently and one tracker caught a glimpse of him fleeing.
The Leopard went in to a very large, dense cluster of Black Thorn bushes. Definitely not safe to go in after him. The chase hounds were called.
Once they arrived they were released and the barking and howling massively intensified. They found him and he was trying to run away.
In no time they had him bayed and it was time for us to go crashing through the brush to the sounds of the hounds.
I slipped the 475 No 2 Double out of it pink gun bag (yes I’m man enough to use pink…especially when it’s the bag that fits the gun). Dropped two rounds into their chambers, closed the double and slipped it off safe.
I was leaning forward against the back of the single cab’s roof. On my left was the rancher trying to support me and on my right was my PH doing the same thing as the Cruiser lurched violently back and forth as we zigzagged back and forth running right through the dense Black Thorn bushes. All of a sudden there the Leopard was, maybe thirty yards away surrounded by hounds.
We also scattered to all points thinking maybe the Leopard had given us the slip.
The rancher and his trackers found the Leopard tracks again and ran on them. The Leopard was laying down frequently and one tracker caught a glimpse of him fleeing.
The Leopard went in to a very large, dense cluster of Black Thorn bushes. Definitely not safe to go in after him. The chase hounds were called.
Once they arrived they were released and the barking and howling massively intensified. They found him and he was trying to run away.
In no time they had him bayed and it was time for us to go crashing through the brush to the sounds of the hounds.
I slipped the 475 No 2 Double out of it pink gun bag (yes I’m man enough to use pink…especially when it’s the bag that fits the gun). Dropped two rounds into their chambers, closed the double and slipped it off safe.
I was leaning forward against the back of the single cab’s roof. On my left was the rancher trying to support me and on my right was my PH doing the same thing as the Cruiser lurched violently back and forth as we zigzagged back and forth running right through the dense Black Thorn bushes. All of a sudden there the Leopard was, maybe thirty yards away surrounded by hounds.
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