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.