My friend Jeff Bonner showed up at about 8:30 p.m. with his two tracking hounds, Annie and Tebow. I’ve used them before to help me recover deer, and they always amaze me at what they can find. On this night, something was difficult for the dogs to unravel. They made it about 150 more yards past the last blood, but seemed unconfident of what they were following, losing interest in it. We worked the trail until 1 a.m., but found nothing, not even a drop a blood beyond the last one I had found in daylight. Jeff told me that considering past history with those two dogs, he felt that the dry creek, where the dogs had eventually led us, was where the deer had gone.