Holy Crap! Today is one of the hardest hikes I have done. Only 5 miles but straight up, nasty boulder, rock slide and DG death chutes. Did a bunch of roading and rigging, only small bear so we decided to go hike into the same drainage as Sunday. Tons of sign, we only got about a mile in and 3 dogs opened up hard and started trailing. The 5 other dogs soon pulled in and the race was on, in a matter of 10 minutes they scaled one of the nastiest mountain/cliff death traps I've had the pleasure of chasing dogs up. 2900' and 2.5 hrs later we were at the top and hearing dogs bawling hard and treed. Thing was we are bear hunting and I found lion tracks (I always have a lion tag), they had the lion treed for at least 2hrs before we finally got within 150 yards of the histeria. We sat listening and looking for the cat when suddenly, silence. Then all of a sudden dogs are running everywhere trying to line some thing out, the lion jumped tree and went directly over the next ridge into another canyon. We agreed that we where done and the dogs appeared to be as well. Called the hounds off and proceeded to rock climb and lower, lift and pull hounds out to flatter ground. Sometimes I wonder if I'm mentally stable doing this type of hunting but when I hear my dogs I know, iI'm definitely not!