The Gasconade River was running high and brown after two days of rain. Near Vienna, Missouri, Darrell and Tina had pulled off at a gravel bar so their old bluetick hound could get a drink. The edge of the bar gave way under Pancho.
In about 10 seconds the current had the hound 60 feet out. Pancho made it as far as a fallen sycamore in the middle of the river and hung on there with both front legs over the trunk. The water kept coming up.
Darrell started in,
