Damnit! They're gone.
I stop and turn to collect Doc...a few hollers and he's on his way to meet us, although he stops every hundred yards or so to listen for our bearing. The fourth time the Astro chirps I expect to see Doc "on point" again, but this time it's Ike. He's into the pasture now, solid. "Now we're in business." I fight throug hip-high drifts to cross the not-so-taught fence. I close the distance, fight through another drifted low area, and Ike remains...steady, honest, intense.