It's cutting them loose and having the pack run the rabbit until it gives up and goes in a hole or gets caught. And although the dogs usually don't catch it, they run like they want to. Just me and my pack of hounds, in any condition, on any day, in the roughest places I can find . . .

Thursday, November 29, 2012

A Frosty Night

Schneider came out last night and we went to Farmer's to run.  By the time we quit it was 21 degrees.  I had the propane heater fired up and it kept it comfortable but you didn't have to get far from it to notice the chill in the air.

The dogs ran OK.  The chases weren't screaming as dogs had to deal with dry leaves and later in the evening the frost.  The dogs that settled down and worked had an advantage.

Chip had at least three jumps last night.  Probably part of this was the advantage of running at a place he knows.

I ran Neal, Chip, Rambler, and Dixie.  Schneider ran Blair, Buddy, and Scarlet.

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