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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 . . .

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Just Trying to Catch His Breath

Jeff and I pulled down the lane to where we were running and there were guys putting tile in the field right beside it.  We decided to leave and run at a nearby spot for a while.  Little did we know how this would turn out.  

After about ten minutes at the new spot, the dogs jumped a rabbit and had a decent chase.  We moved up the ditch to jump the next rabbit.  Fangs didn't come in so Jeff called him a few times.  Usually he handles great, so he never really worried that much.  After a few minutes we heard him bark a few times back where the dogs ran before.  Then he let out a few strange sounding barks.

We could tell something wasn't right so we hustled back that way.  Jeff bumped him with the collar and we could see he wasn't moving.  He had a tracker light on him and once we saw the flashing green light we hurried over.  At first we thought he was caught in the fence.  As we got close, we could see he was hung up, but couldn't tell what had him.

When we closed in, we could see a cable.  Fangs got caught in a coyote snare.  It was choking him down to the point that we thought he was gone.  I tried to loosen it to no avail.  At that point, I had to get back to the truck, get my side cutters, and then bust it back to him.  Once I got the locking mechanism cut, he was fine within seconds.  

Naturally we were done at this spot, so we headed back to where we started.  The dogs ran on the crusty snow, having several chases.  Jeff and I stood by the heater and felt glad for a little luck and a forecast calling for warmer temperatures.  We headed for the house when Rambler came in carrying the rabbit.

Jeff tried to say it was a different rabbit, just because it was a little stiff, slightly frozen, and had snow froze to it.  I disagree though.  I am sure Rambler was the winner tonight because he is the one that accounted for his game.  :)

I ran Gypsy, Rambler, and Chip.  Jeff Allen ran Wes, Danger, and Fangs.  It was 19 degrees when we quit with about 3 inches of crusty snow.

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