On track for success
My Bavarian mountain hound, Jazz, and I have been tracking deer over tiring terrain for several years, so I am no longer surprised to take a late phone call asking for our assistance. However, it is rare to receive back-to-back calls that are likely to keep us out in the field for the best part of two days. But this is exactly what happened on our most recent outing — or should I say outings?
On our first call, the hunter described the events. He had shot a deer that had fallen immediately. But after laying there for some time, it suddenly got up and vanished into cover, leaving very few traces. So, the following morning, Jazz and I went to help locate
