El Jason
Well-known member
Well, Henry's second year of hunting came to a premature end last week. Chukar and quail season ran through today, and I took Thursday and Friday off to hunt after a holiday layoff. I thought I would get Henry on some quail on Thursday to get him tuned back up for an all day chukar safari in one of my most favorite corners of the world on Friday.
About halfway through our hunt Thursday, I see blood in the snow. Thinking it was a torn pad, I called Henry over. I found two large gashes in his chest from the barbed wire fence we had crossed through. It was the nice, five strand, uber sharp shit like the Wilkes use. This stuff was on a wildlife area to boot!
A trip to the vet Friday yielded this result, and a pocketbook that was four Benjamins lighter.


So now, the poor guy has to walk around looking like a fool with a t-shirt on so he doesn't lick his wounds (literally). And, to top it off he's out of commission for the last weekend of duck season too.
About halfway through our hunt Thursday, I see blood in the snow. Thinking it was a torn pad, I called Henry over. I found two large gashes in his chest from the barbed wire fence we had crossed through. It was the nice, five strand, uber sharp shit like the Wilkes use. This stuff was on a wildlife area to boot!
A trip to the vet Friday yielded this result, and a pocketbook that was four Benjamins lighter.


So now, the poor guy has to walk around looking like a fool with a t-shirt on so he doesn't lick his wounds (literally). And, to top it off he's out of commission for the last weekend of duck season too.