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, May 20, 2013

A Foggy Night

I hate fog.  It makes driving difficult.  It makes my brain not always work so well.  It makes my truck windows hard to see out of.  It soaks me when I am on my bike.  But, it sure does make for some good running.

Jeff and I were running at Farmer's.  They disked up all the switchgrass to prepare for soybeans.  The only thing left was the woods which was partially cut over and the fingers that reach out into the fields.  I really doubted that we would have good running.

On the first rabbit the dogs were a little over anxious, had a few checks, and had a jerky yo-yo kind of chase.  For the next three hours though, they hammered.  They would jump a rabbit, run almost check free and head high.  When a chase ended, the would find another rabbit quickly and be off to the races.  

It was a great night with all the dogs sharing in the work.  You never knew which dogs would come through on the front, or make a turn to prevent a check.  Chip had a good night and started several rabbits, but other dogs shared in jumping rabbits too.  

Nothing beats a foggy night when the air is dripping with moisture and the scent is hanging in the air.  And to top it all off, we had seven dogs out of Neal tearing up the woods.

It was 60° with fog in the air.  I ran Rambler, Chip, Rep, and Trick.  Jeff ran Viper, Fangs, and Dee.

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