We went to a hunt today. The old man and I went down to Chillicothe for a Little Pack hunt. My brother, Gregg and his son Matt came over too. We each ran a dog or two and didn't do too much else. There were some guys who did though and thanks to them.
The guy taking entries was there at 5:00 AM. He spent all day doing paper work and judged two rounds, swollen knee and all. The Master of Hounds worked in the kitchen, so everyone that showed up would have something to eat. He shopped the night before, and today judged three rounds that all ran almost the entire hour. They are carrying the club.
My buddy, another old guy went down basically just to help. He judged the first round, injured his heel and could barely walk the rest of the day. Another guy sent out his dogs with handlers and judged the first round. When he got back to the clubhouse and pulled off his sweatshirt, he was completely soaked. It was no wonder after his cast ran almost nonstop.
A guy showed up that had recently passed the test. He helped judge two rounds. His face was as red as his firey hair both times. In two hours of judging, he ran at least an hour and forty minutes. Welcome to the world of judging.
I had a great day today. I had a lot of fun. THANK YOU to the guys that made it possible. I promise I will try to do better the next time and help a little more. It's the least I can do.