Although this was a comment on the previous post, I felt it should be published. Thanks to my buddy and guest blogger, Ray Smalley and our buddy Mike Vigar for sharing their experience.
I managed to get "Trapper Mike" to run dogs with me last night. He is a lot more fun once deer and trapping season is over.
We ran at Brett's,of course. The game was sparse at first, actually nonexistent. We walked from the front to the back without a single jump. I hinted that we should work them closer to Brett's neighbors house. It seems that his neighbor is a vintage lawn mower collector of sorts, which is ironic since it looks like he has never mowed his grass. What a rabbit haven! We ran several in that area until the pack started circling their house lack a band of Comanche Indian warriors.
They were home and so was their German Shepard. They finally ran it under the junk mowers and We managed to gather up the pack and head in the direction of where we belonged.
At the very back of Brett's property I jumped one on a fence row at a cornfield edge. After a few secret whistle blows the dogs were on him and gone. Guess where that rabbit ran to? You guessed it, " the neighbors".
I suggested that Mike go over and knock on their door and see if we could barrow a couple of lawn chairs and ask for two cans of pop. And tell them we might be here awhile. He said he would if I assured him we could also get a box of cheez-its.
We got the hounds back and didn't have to introduce ourselves to his neighbors.
After another pounding run the hounds caught the rabbit and they ended up getting a snack. I wonder if Mike and I would have shared the cheez-its better than the dogs shared that rabbit carcas?
Oh well! It sure was fun.
Thank God for great friends good beagles and neighbors that stay in their house when it's cold outside.
I ran Willie,Ricky and Billy. Mike had Gracie and Jack.