The dogs must be on the move again.
Tuesday afternoon I called in to the property where I shot the yellow dog.
As I pulled up, the owner was standing looking at me, and shaking his head.
He told me that only 2 minutes before he heard my ute coming,, he saw a grey dog with a black muzzle running out of a dry creek bed.
It had disappeared up a hill into thick cover. (in broad daylight)
Less than an hour later I was on my way home, and saw a roo shooter I know parked off the side of the bitumin.
He was staring intently into a lightly timbered paddock.
He told me that a large yellow/orange colored dog had just run across in front of him,,,,, and yes, it was still broad daylight.
I got my gear and headed back out to the property, and stayed till 1-30am, and never heard or saw a dog at all.
I do not fear death itself... Only its inopportune timing!
I've come to realize that,,,,, the two most loving, loyal, and trustworthy females in my entire life were both canines.