Oct 6th, Hope Number 8

It rained lightly, just like we need it, all night. Things are beginning to look a lot better. Perhaps some of the roads that have been pounded to talcum powder can begin to solidify.

Today was Hope's hunting day, so after breakfast Connie and I loaded up and drove to Arock for a quick hunt. It sprinkled all the way there , but thanks to a small opening in the clouds it stopped when we arrived at our hunting spot. Hope was what I considered to be quite heavy still, but thanks to a low pressure system, wanted to hunt, really intensely. She even resorted to flying ahead to where the dogs were nosing around over and over. She is usually quite content to wait on her perch for something to run.

We were not finding anything at all in the usual spots. I decided to circle around the Lava outcrops and circle back around towards the car. Halfway around she took off on a high flight towards the Lava then a wing over from a height, and a Jack's death song wavered on the air.

This is her trademark grip. The fight is over this way. They cannot drag her through the brush, they do not get away, no matter how long it takes the fat guy to lumber up to help.