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 . . .

Friday, June 28, 2013

Well--What a Close Call

The old man and I had been running for about two hours in a four year old clearcut. It was drizzling off and on and we were seeing the dogs a good bit. A closed township road splits the running, so it makes it great to see a lot of crossings. Some of the rabbits were half grown, so the chases were a little shorter than usual, but the great running conditions made up for that.

Gypsy jumped a rabbit and it split the pack as it busted out of the set. The race was on and in a hurry. This was a short race, like happens so often when a rabbit jumps out in front of a bunch of dogs and has to run for its life. After half a circle, the rabbit holed up in a huge log pile.

As the dogs came in I worked them down a logging road. Most came right in on the holed rabbit, and Amigo started a track and they were off again. This rabbit ran down over a hill and gave them a good twenty minute race before holing in the same pile as the last rabbit. I was ready to move a little ways out of this area, so I called the dogs and headed down another logging road.

I noticed that Trick didn't come in again. Even though he is a young dog, he has been handling well, and this wasn't like him. As they dogs searched, he still never showed up. Once the dogs started another track, and I still didn't see him, I really started to get concerned. I headed for the truck and grabbed my Tracker.

The tracker showed him back where Gypsy has jumped the rabbit earlier. I headed that way. I could tell he was within 20-30 yards of the road, but he wasn't moving. He was in a rough area full of briars and laced with treetops. I was starting to get concerned and fought my way in through the cover. I started to imagine all the bad things that could have happened like hung in a treetop, stabbed by a branch, snake bit, and on and on.

I heard a scratching noise, looked down in front of me, and there he was, in an old dug well. He was about 3 1/2 feet down, shaking like crazy, half swimming and half hanging on the rocks on the side of the well. Reaching down, I snagged the end of his collar and dragged him up to safety. Luckily, I found him just in time. I am sure within a few minutes he would never have survived.

I ran Trick, Gypsy, Kurly, Jed, and Smoke. The old man ran Amigo, Lim, and Benji. The temperature was in the 70's with clouds and a little rain.

1 comment:

  1. Glad you got him back Jim, that would be a sucky way to go.