Our hunt on Drummond found us looking for a lone lost hound 3 evenings, 3 diferent hounds. We always tried to catch-up at least an hour before dark just incase any had become seperated on their own hare. All hounds made it through the night and were picked up the next day at some point, but we learned an important lesson at one loss, "DO NOT TRY TO BRING IN YOUR HOUND, BY USING ANOTHER TO CRY IT IN AT DARK OR AT NIGHT".
We had a male way back in the swamp to the SW running, took a split and had his own game. The tracker told us where he was but as it got to the evening shadows, he went silent, but we still had a signal on the tracker. We would move and he would move, it seemed like we were playing cat and mouse with him. We went back out to the truck and I said, "lets tie his kennel mate out and let her cry him in", so we tied her to a small tree just off the side of the two track, she didn't bark so we pulled the truck down around the corner out of sight and kept quite, in about 2min's she begain to howl and bark, the signal on the tracker got a little stronger, but not much, then it happened, we heard coyotes sound off and they were coming in fast. Mike yelled, " there coming in to kill my bitch!!!", so I tell you, I never drove backwards so fast in my life...

... We got to the bitch and put her in the truck, I said, "this dog is hiding for his life, lets leave him be and come back in the morning to see if he's made it through,... to keep him moving may only get him killed, so we laid out a couple of Mike's shirts, and went back to the cabin till morning.
The next morning, we went back and did the same thing with another bitch of mine, that throws a fit if she thinks your not taking her hunting with you. In the daylight, it worked just as planned, the hound barked and threw her fit, and the signal on the tracker just kept getting stronger. Finally, we heard the howl/bark of a lost hound down where the timber met the swamp, I said, "Mike, there's your hound barking lost looking for you, Well, he took off a run'un given out those La. war whoops of his and he said he met the hound run'un, a com'in hard to him. Well, when he walked out of that woods with that little hound in his arms, he never put him down all the way back to the truck.
All this was on the last day we had to hunt and were suppose to be leaving the morning we ended up finding the hound, so this was hard on the nerves for sure. Mike said, if I hadn't got his hound back, he wasn't coming back up to hunt again, for the swamp and the wind can swallow up hounds like a hungry ghost, I said, "Well, lets just be glad they spit yours back out...
All these hounds went silent at dark, for I think they sensed or smelt the coyotes on the hunt, and took to hiding and laying low for the night, anyway, I've no doubt had they kept running track and barking, they would have been coyote supper...
Steve and Marshall said they had saw a VERY big dog track along the two track road, and I saw two piles of bear scat, so you have to know the danger to hounds and be aware of your surroundings...
Sorry your hound was killed...
