Big Rosa swings her head and stares.
There’s something down in the trees.
And horses are keen to snap of a twig,
Or a whisper of scent on the breeze.
Down in the timber, we hit a fresh trail,
And Lacy gets her nose to the ground.
In hardly minute we are back on the trail,
With a half dozen cows that they found.
I ran into a hunter last week who asked me, “How the heck can you find the cattle in the fall when they are scattered through 200 square miles of wilderness?” I told him he should ask the horse or the dog...Because I was really just along for the ride, they were the ones that actually done all the cow hunting.
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