We had been looking for lion track all day at a ranch on the east front, no luck, headed back to a buddies cabin along the front to stay over night, there were 3 of us. It had snowed the night before and we had 3" of fresh snow at daylight, Midday it had warmed up and rained a little. It was 4:00 in the afternoon, its dark by 4:30 in December. Couple miles on gravel road till we get to his place, just happen to have opened a beer as the day was done...I was driving and I looked at my buddy and saw his eyes go down to the snow outside his window, I said "what did you see?" he said oh, probably just bull elk track. I didn't believe him so I backed up and got out, there in the partially melted snow was the largest Tom track I had seen in 2 or 3 years. I pulled over and started to get my pack out and flash light. He said "what the heck you going to do" I told him I was turning out on that Tom, as we went by there before daylight and it wasn't there then, we know he had crossed sometime mid morning before the rain as it had melted some and it was the largest track I have seen in 2 or 3 years. I offered that he could take my pickup to his place and the other 2 of us would walk there after we caught that Tom. He grudgingly decided to come along. Since it rained on the track during the day, the dogs could not smell it in the open...under the trees I knew it would be different. I had Tack and Trace and there was one other hound of my buddies with. Ever since I had Tack, whenever he lost the smell in the track but I could see it I would say "Tack over here, tracks over here" and point at the ground and he would come and start it from there, he learned to trust me to help him with it and I trusted his nose on what I could not see. Keep in mind we followed this track 100 to 150 yards and Tack kept losing it, I would call him back to it and away we would go, this must have happened 5 to 6 times, finally we got under the trees and the dogs were able to move it on their own, as the scent held there, the rain had less effect on dissipating it. We listened to the dogs and when they were about 200 yards away and all of a sudden they opened LOUD. The one friend that was along to shoot a Tom said "what just happened" I said "they just jumped that Tom, they are looking at him and he will tree in a few minutes".......I no more than said that and the dogs were chopping treed. So the friend asked again "what's happening now?" I said "they just treed him........he just couldn't believe it. We walked about 300 yards and there was that dandy Tom, sitting in the tree and the dogs were going nuts. The friend shot that Tom and he weighed 165 # with an empty stomach and his skull was 1/8" from making Boone & Crockett, if he had been on a kill, he would easily weigh 10 to 15 pounds more. This is a story of right place, right time, luck/Blessing! That Tom had traveled who knows how far, crossed that road at mid morning and went a couple hundred yards and took a nap, what are the odds of that? In 10 years of running hounds on Lions that was the largest Tom and the shortest chase..............for those that do not know, a lion will not run from dogs for long as GOD made them for short fast bursts of speed to catch their prey, they tire out very fast....the lion is a champion long distance walker, the dog is a champion long distance runner, that's how we catch a lion. A bobcat, now that is different, they can run a long time.