Yesterday I took the dogs out so I could road them. I found a gravel road, not too far from the house that I thought would be perfect. Straight, 6 miles through ag fields and no one lives on the road. I collared up Tucker, an 8 year old Leopard Cur and turned him loose. While Tucker was about 20 yards out in the field I was about to collar the next dog and a truck pops over a small hill about 75 yards away. I called Tucker and he ran around the front of my truck and popped out right in front of the truck as it was passing me. Luckily the guy had slowed down somewhat and managed to slam on his brakes right as Tucker ran in front of him. The truck hit him and rolled him once and managed to stop right as the front wheel was about to run him over. Scared the crap out of me. Tucker was fine and the guy got out and apologized. I told him it was my fault and I was just thankful he got stopped. Got Jed, 10 year old Bluetick, collared up and was driving down the road with Jed following and here comes a car doing 55-60 mph. Mind you this is a gravel road. With my flashers on and waving my arm for the guy to slow down he never lifted off the gas and missed Jed by about 3 feet. Stopped and loaded everyone up and went to find a different, more secure road. Found a summer only road, single track dirt road, but it's only 1.3 miles long. I think I'll just take them behind some gated roads from now on and road them with the ATV.
