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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 . . .

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

A Twelve Hour Day

I don't know why I couldn't quit.  Saturday I ran four different spots.  I left the house about 8:30 AM and got home about 8:15 PM.  I don't even know why I ran for so long. I really figured on running for 3 or 4 hours and heading home. It was a nice day and the dogs ran pretty well.  I was by myself so I just kind of did what I wanted to do.

I started out at one of my favorite clearcuts on a dead end road.  It was just me and the dogs and a peaceful Saturday morning.  I actually got my chair out at one point and just sat in the road and listened to the dogs run.  There were no houses, no traffic, and no people to bother.  

I ran one hillside clearcut from noon until 3:20.  It was so steep and thick that I couldn't even get off  the road.  The dogs went off the hill and jumped a rabbit and didn't come out for 3 hours and 20 minutes.  The sun was out and it was warm.  They could barely get back to the truck.  And then after I left there I ran 2 more spots.

The dogs ran pretty well all day.  They were dragging by the end and really didn't want to hunt too hard by the last spot.  But Chip jumped a rabbit and I was glad I stopped. By that point the dogs were a smooth running pack and keeping steady pressure on the rabbit.  The speed was down a little, but the steadiness made up for it.

All in all, it was just a nice day.  The weather was great.  There were plenty of rabbits, and they stayed up and ran well.  The dogs didn't aggravate me.  In fact, by the time I quit I was pretty much liking them all.  It was the kind of day that made me glad I have beagles.

I ran Gypsy, Rep, Butcher, Rambler, Chip, and Jed.


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