Last night was a great night for running. The was no wind, and it was quiet. The temperature was about 50° and the dogs were feeling good. This was the third night in a row for the old dogs so they quickly settled into a groove. I was running two young dogs, Cole and Billy and they were sounding good, in the race getting a little work done now and then.
My phone rang and a neighbor, Dustin Westhoven called. He is a long time rabbit hunter, but lost his beagle last year. After talking a couple of minutes he asked where I was running and mentioned coming over. I gave him directions and 15 minutes later he pulled up.
The dogs holed a rabbit as he was coming in but quickly jumped another one. For the next hour the dogs really ran good. The chase was fast but real steady. I was feeling mighty proud. It was almost like the dogs knew it was show time. They were packed up and hammering.
Then, wouldn't you know it. Things quickly went south. They holed the rabbit and came in. I headed them into an adjoining woods but the dogs didn't want to hunt. I had run some coyotes off from that spot a little while earlier, so I don't know if that was the problem, but something was obviously bothering them.
Finally they headed into the woods. After a few minutes, I heard the pups fire up and thought the chase was on. Then I looked up and Gypsy and Chip were standing there looking at me. I fired up the pups and they scooted back. After about 10 minutes Jed busted out and of course I said, "we'll have a chase now!" He barked about 7 - 8 times and then nothing. Not another sound.
I caught the dogs and we headed out. I couldn't help but laugh as I pulled out on the road. It's funny how it is with beagles. Just when you think you are on top of the world, they have a way of knocking you off.
I ran Chip, Butcher, Gypsy, Jed, Cole, and Billy.