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 . . .

Monday, January 28, 2013

It was the Conditions

I so wish my dogs were really this good.  I could brag and it wouldn't matter.  They would win every hunt and every field trial.  I would be famous for sure.  Every rabbit would be jumped and run to exhaustion and then holed or caught.

Really though, it was the night.  When I turned dogs loose it was 50 degrees.  It had rained off an on all day.  There was just a little fog and an occasional bit of mist in the air.  I swear dogs could smell scent a football field away.  It was a perfect night for running.

Straight out of the truck the dogs jumped the first rabbit.  I didn't do a thing but listen for the next 3 1/2 hours.  They crossed the road a few times and the rabbits were running for their life.  Every time I saw the dogs they were stretched out and running like crazy.

It was a great night.  Every chase was pounding and almost without checks.  I moved from one clearcut down the road to another at one point, and as I backed up to park, I saw a rabbit in my back up lights.  It was just that kind of night.  

I ran Gypsy, Dixie, Chip, Butcher, and MVP.

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