Sometime one should just keep his mouth shut!

"We walked about 15 steps before a Jack busted in front of us about 20 yards. Hope slammed into the Sage, missed, got back up again and nailed him within 10 feet. The Jack was doing his best to pull out of Hopes grip, and the bush was so big that I eventually had to break my way through it to get to him. Hope had a limb in between her legs that they had broken off of the bush. I sometimes wonder how the hell she manages to do the stuff she does where she does it and still comes out with nothing broken."

This is a copy and paste of what I wrote two days ago. Today I took Hope out again and half way through the hunt I noticed that she had a swollen right foot. She had been trying to catch one of the Jacks that we had already jumped with no success. Still slamming into the brush and the ground equally. I'm not sure if she did it the other day or if it happened today. In any case I quit hunting and began the mile long walk back to the car. She still tried for three of the Jacks that happened to cross our path. I will stop hunting until she gets the swelling down and the foot is normal.
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