We've hunted this spot all year , have never seen anybody there in 2 years. So we're hunting and Chewy cuts his foot bad. The powder doesnt even come close to stopping the bleeding. So we pack up the deeks but cant carry them out, because we have to carry the dog. (and he's way to fat
) anyway we throw 2 bags of mallards and a bag of canadian shells in the bushes and hide them. Go back to hunt today and sure enough the surveyors were out taging trees and the dekes are gone.
I should have gone back that day, but you know, they'll be there tomorrow. Lesson learned, cant trust anybody.
But Chewys fine and got a couple stiches