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, April 17, 2013

World Hunt Hangover

I am getting back to running dogs again.  It happens every year.  I spend so much time and effort and thought into preparing for the World Hunt, that when it ends I have this huge hangover.  It takes a week or two just to slow down and recover.  Running dogs can be nothing but fun again.  Really, it is a relief when it is over.  I wouldn't miss the World for anything, but I am glad to get back to what I like.

Now, I can just run what I want, when I want, for as long as I want.  If a dog aggravates me, I can put him on vacation.  If I like a dog, I can run him as much as I want.  If I want to get out and see the dogs, I can.  If I want to sit in my chair and listen I can.  It is all good now.

Mike Vigar came down last night and we had one of those nights that was a comedy of errors.  When we started out it was 84° and we forgot the water.  By the time the night was over, we had hunted a spot with no rabbits, saw the temperature drop 20°, sat through a thunderstorm with a lightning filled sky, stood on a ridge with blasting wind, and managed to have a couple of great chases.

In the end, last night was all good.  We had a good time.  The dogs got a good workout.  A lot of dogs kicked in and got some work done.  The rabbits ran all over the clearcut at our last spot.  We had a 15 minute conversation planning for this summer and how many days we can manage to run hare in the U.P. I think my recovery is almost complete.

I ran Rambler, Gypsy, Chip, and Smoke.  Mike ran Gracie, Yankee, and his big Neal pup.

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