Bobby and I got behind Wyatt's chicken houses where we could hear them running and about 5 minutes' later, they shut up cold. Our fox had gone in just after 9:30. As hounds were coming to our horns ( mine and Tommy has a cow horn handed down to him from his dad), a gray cat jumped out of the wheel well of an old truck parked right where they were emerging from the woods. Some green-collared hounds had a short-lived chase on what looked to me like a very pregnant cat! We stopped them, and as far as I could tell, the cat escaped with all 9 lives ( plus whatever).
All were on save for Olin's Annie , and she was later found back in the covert where the fox was roused, probably headed back to where she was turned out.
Tommy drew the woods behind Wyatt's, but it was blank , so we called it day . Hounds need a rest!!!
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