Let's hear some Cold Trailing stories

X3 on the Hambone fan club. I'll bet he doesn't call any of his other fans.

I have 2 cold trailing stories but just gonna tell the one for now. This was about 20 years ago that this happened. I had a friend from Grapeland that was in good with a big watermelon farmer over there. It was the end of July or early August and terribly hot and dry. We had been to several watermelon patches that morning and not a hog sign at a single place. We finally got to a spot and had decided to just ride through and see if there was sign because it was getting pretty warm. We finally drove over A set of tracks. I had my old Clyde dog (half treeing walker half catahoula) and a full treeing Walker that I converted from coon dog because he was banned from competition for fighting at the tree. We decided to try the track even though it looked old. We dropped both dogs but you could tell it wasn't a good track. Clyde had a really good nose and even though he was only average speed in a foot race, he could flat push a track, pretty much at his full speed where most dogs had to work it much slower and he rarely over ran it or had to restart it. Anyway, they didn't act like they were smelling and made a little round and I called them in. I got Clyde and tapped the trail the track was in and hissed him on it. He stuck his nose in it and finally started off with it but straddling it at a snail's pace. They left on it and after about an hour of not hearing anything I got the old wildlife out and started tracking. I couldn't pick up the slightest signal. We decided 2 of us would ride one direction and the other 2 would ride the other and see if we could hear them. About 30 minutes later we met back up and the the other guys said they thought they could hear them but weren't for sure so we rode back down the county road to that point. Nothing, so we drove further the same direction and I was getting a signal. When we got to within hearing, I could hear clyde baying but the walker dog was still 2 or 3 hundred yards behind trail barking. When the walker dog got there it got quiet then the race was on again. This happened about 3 or 4 times but they were circling around closer so we waited. We figured out that the Walker dog was busting the bay when he would finally catch up. He wore proof of it when we finally caught up. At 2pm and at 100+ degrees, we finally got a solid bay and the walker had gotten tired and convinced to back off and bay. The boar weighed about 225 with those 1 1/2 - 2" inch teeth that are perfect for any ninja. Like you Cracker, I was sure enough proud of ole Clyde.

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