All of a sudden he let out this blood curdling screech and was running through the woods swinging wildly at his neck and head.I thought a coon or something had got him. Turns out the dog had treed a porcupine, and when Pete walked around to the side it was on it stepped off the tree onto his shoulder and grabbed into his hair. I to this day have not seen a person run with such wild abandon and contort their upper body like he did that day. He never got a quill in him either. His Woolrich had a few in the collar though. I did learn something that day, if your dog is circling a tree barking, look up in the tree.... OH yeah, remember the Porky's series of movies? He was forever known as Porky's Revenge after that.
