I went out in front of the house tonight. I knew there would be a couple of rabbits where I ran the chainsaw a couple of years ago. Sure enough, in just a few minutes the dogs started a rabbit and the chase was on.
The running was a little spotty at first, but the dogs settled in and ran fairly well after a little while. I think it helped that they were running on bare ground about half of the time. They struggled a little crossing the creek through the snow, but even this got better the later it got.
I decided to take Neal at the last minute. I already had four dogs collared up and ready to go, but thought I would drag him along for a little bit. By the time I quit, he was doing what he always does. I know he jumped at least two rabbits. He also got a few checks that kept the race going.
All I can say is, you gotta love the old dogs. When it gets tough, they just keep coming with the rabbit. You just can't beat an old dog when the running gets tough. Once again, Neal made the day just a little better. The young dogs ran pretty well, but the old dog kept the racing from falling apart, over and over.
I ran Neal, Rep, Rambler, Diamond, and Dissident. It was 36 degrees with scattered snow when I quit.