Dad, Gregg, and I went to Chillicothe today for an ARHA Little Pack hunt. It ended up being a day where anything that could go wrong did go wrong. It's funny how some days your dogs can run well but you just don't have a bit of luck.
I started the morning running Rambler. This was his first hunt and he acted like it. He was a little nervous and seemed to be intimidated by the whole process. I was not liking the way he started at all. He had been running well lately but he sure didn't show it. By the final chase though, he was running much better and I was really pleased with his turn around. I am definitely going to have to find more opportunities for him to compete. Even though he is only 16 months old, he showed that he will be a lot of fun down the road.
Gregg ran Bailey and lost on hunting and handling tying for first at his first hunt. Dad ran Hot Head and placed 2nd in his cast which will give him enough points to become a Little Pack Champion. He is our best young dog so this is awesome and a real reward.
I ran Tony in the next round. Her cast started with a off game chase (she didn't go). Then we spent the next 20 minutes while a barking dog hacked around until he finally minused out. Tony was bothered a bunch by the barking. Right at the end of the cast a dog started a rabbit and got a check. Tony took a while to get into the chase and finished second, losing by ten points, 35 - 25.
Dad ran Chip and he got beat by a fiesty looking orange dog--with a 100 mile check area. Oh well, you'll have that some times.
We had a funny day for sure. We ran five dogs and all were second in their cast. I am not sure how that happens, but it ain't no fun kissin your sister. I guess that's why you get ready for the next hunt and just try to forget about today.