Hope y’all had a wonderful weekend and that, if you were in that evil weather area, you are all safe and well. My paws are crossed for all those in the path of those horrible storms.
Coming down our road, we saw a red pick up truck stopped and a man standing in the road holding a tracking antenna. Since it’s a one lane road they had to back the pickup until they could get off of the road without dropping into a ditch or tumbling off the side.
My Human Papa looked at the kennels in the back of the pickup and the tracking antenna and said “bear hunters”.
My Humans kept me on a “short leash” so to speak. My Human Mama didn’t know if the bear dogs might be close or if a bear trying to flee might be near. This area is privately owned farmland, but dogs and bears wouldn’t know that. And just at the road the hunters were tracking their dogs.
I got lots of recall practice, since as soon as my Human couldn’t spot me against the leaves she blasted the whistle.
The Humans cut our outing short.
Y’all come back now!