I've enjoyed reading and seeing pics of Blake. Great remembrances.
I once had a good friend who kept a pack of dogs to run bobcats. They would trail nothing else. They would bay, or tree them, eventually and he would kill the 'cat. He had a little feist that rode in the cab of the truck with him everywhere. Little fella always wanted to get in on the fun, but was never allowed. He feared for his safety, with a big cat. One day he drove as close to where the dogs were treed as possible, and got out to walk to them. He thought he left the feist shut up in the truck, and walked in to the set-to. As he approached the scene he saw that the cat had backed down in a hole left where a big tree had been uprooted, and was backed up against the rootwad. A blowdown like that is locally referred to as a "harrikin". About then the feist came running in from behind him, shot through the pack of hounds and in an instant leapt and seized the big 'cat by the throat. With help from the other dogs he hung on until he suffocated the 'cat.
My friend never doubted that little feist again.
SRH
