Folks, this is going to be short. Or, at least as short as I can get it.
Last weekends Drill...Battle Assembly as it is now called...Nothing has fundamentally changed though...was a busy one. It managed to come off pretty good though. The kicker is, I have four guys under me. Three of them didn't pass the PT Test. This is becoming a significant source of aggravation for me. Given, there were factors involved, such as it being the first good cold snap of the year, we can do better than that. Once in a while, someone is going to have a bad day, their rhythm is off. It's beyond stats, it's standards. I have guys that need to go to schools, and that is holding them back. Once we get a boot out of the mud, we can get marching...In all reality, I just want them to be right.
Yet, all of my guys qualified on the range. That was not a great problem, I'm relatively happy with that. For the most part, my guys do make good honest effort. They volunteered, that shows something...But, I will tell you, many people in uniform are overly self important and leach off of the system...My guys just need to tighten up their shot group, which, I believe they will soon do.
I took the week off to Bear Hunt...Hog Hunt if the opportunity arrived, and had a busy, but fun week. One day I left out at 0620 and was home at 2230. The earlier part of the week was so dry, that the dogs couldn't hold scent, especially on the ridge tops. I wasn't getting the dogs out of the box. Partly because I ended up with such a large group, both Hunter and Dog wise. Thursday, they were turned loose on a cold track and it fizzled. Little wiggly Butt Walker Dog, wouldn't let anyone catch her. I had to go get her.
Friday I went over to the magical land of Coweeta Creek. It was a wash out. Saturday was a better day, after some tracks fizzling, both of my Dogs blew up on a scent shortly after noon. A group of Curs and a Bull Dog were running loose with us and they packed right on the trail with Squeaky and Wiggly. About an hour later they had what was believed to be a Hog bayed up across a ridge from where we had turned them loose. But when the boy got into there, crossing a creek and laurels, it was gone. Wiggly hid from a boy after that, and spent the night running up and down the ridge. I had looked for her for some time, tracking her, calling her, Twister walked the ridge for her. I finally got fed up, and left her. The next day Twister picked her up. She is shy, and I don't like it. A night in the Laurel Leaf Motel did her some good I hope, because, Twister got her, I didn't have to. You want to hunt Bear and Hogs, not Dogs.
That's it in a nutshell, other than a 265lbs Bear being killed Wednesday.
It's an Appalachian Thing.