Deer season opened yesterday in the Low Country of South Carolina. I know, hard to imagine if you hunt in a place like Vermont or Kansas. But take solace: it was 89 degrees today, and I heard the mosquitoes were so thick they could carry you off the treestand. I went fishing. Still, it got me thinking about Pritch's potential as a tracker of wounded deer. She constantly has her nose to the ground, and I'm sure she'd pick up on a wounded deer trail with the proper training.