When I was a kid, (1976-1980) I had a couple Walker Black & Tan mix hounds that I named "Bugle." and "Smokey." Such sweet dear friends. Bugle looked like a 100% Walker and her sister Smokey looked like 100% Black & Tan. I bought a cow horn to call them in with and did my best to train them to it. Alas, when on a hot trail they rarely broke and returned to me even with all the training.... I spent many a stressful nights, blowing that darn horn waiting for them to return home. After a few days, they would return tired and cut up. I would doctor their wounds and feed them and after a day or so, they would be trying to dig out of their dog run and go out again... I could hear them bawling out in the Sierra Nevada foothills following a trail.
memories.... Ken