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.