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 14, 2013

Sorry Neighbor

They made three trips past his house.  I only have one neighbor within a mile, and wouldn't you know  they had to cross through his yard.  Not once, but three times.  What did I do?  I stood in the field and listened to the chase.

After spending all weekend competing at the hunts, tonight I took five dogs that I just wanted to run.  They jumped the first rabbit pretty quick and sounded good.  Dixie has been in heat so this was the first time I got to run her in a month and she seemed really glad to be out.  Diamond has been skipped a couple of times lately and she was hunting like crazy, obviously glad to be out.

It was a crisp night with temperatures starting at 29 degrees and falling.  The dogs were feeling good and so were the rabbits.  I walked out in front of the house with a plan of running for an hour. But as anyone with rabbit hounds knows, you can never know for sure when it will be time to quit.

The dogs ran pretty steady, and rabbits came easy. All the dogs ran OK and handled good. It was just a good night to be out.  It was chilly but with moving around a little it was easily bearable.  Put it all together and what does it mean?

Sorry neighbor, but the dogs are running way to good to ruin a great night of running.  We will be gone in a little bit.

I ran Rambler, Chip, Rep, Diamond, and Dixie.

1 comment:

  1. Hey jim,
     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. 

    PS. Jim keep your blogg Going. I thoroughly enjoy it.