03/21/2026
PART 1/3
Opening Day – When Things Start Going Sideways
November 15th, 2025.
Opening day, first call—broken leg in a standing cornfield. Tight property lines, no permission to continue. If we were going to bay this deer, it has to happen very quickly.
I brought Sargent.
Sarg is 9 years old now with back problems. This season, his job has been simple—find the dead ones and stay healthy. No more bay work unless absolutely necessary.
But this one called for him.
The wind was ripping through the corn—terrible scenting conditions. The hunter tells me he didn’t track far. Sarg gets us to last blood quick, and I’m finding bone fragments along the way.
Not good.
Sarg pushes past last blood… but I spot something he missed—blood cutting down a row.
I pause, waiting for him to correct himself.
He doesn’t.
Next thing I know, he jumps a deer—no bark. That’s not like him. I stop him, and instead of coming back to me, he heads straight for the truck.
Limping.
Sarg was done.
Now it’s time for Silo.
Young, high drive, and absolutely wild. I keep him on a leash because with these property lines, he’ll be gone in seconds.
We hit the same spot—and Silo misses the turn too.
Then I see it… boot tracks.
The hunter had walked past last blood, unknowingly spreading it with his boots. Both dogs followed that instead of the deer.
That’s where experience matters.
I reset Silo. Second approach—he nails it.
We reach the edge of the cornfield. Wind howling, leaves blowing everywhere. The buck had looped back and was bedded.
Silo jumps him.
400-yard race. Straight north, through a yard, across a road.
I shut it down.
No permission… and honestly, not a lethal hit.
That was the first track of the day.
Buckle up it’s going to be a rollercoaster of emotions type of day.