It's funny how you never know when you leave the house how the night will turn out. Running day after day, year after year, you would think you could predict how the dogs will run. But it's just not like that. And it seems like the best nights always catch you by surprise. You dump the dogs out and they start running and time seems to just disappear--a few hours seems like a few minutes.
Tonight was like that. I am sure running for the third day in a row and sixth in the last eight days helped. The dogs have been run enough lately to be in a groove. Still, I didn't really expect a great night. There was no reason to expect anything extraordinary.
The temperature was around 35 and didn't change much the whole time I ran. They are predicting our first snow tomorrow. It was fairly still and a little crisp. The upcoming front hadn't started to push its way into our area. I was running a clearcut that I run about once a week with decent running most times.
Tonight the dogs hammered. Butcher ran the best of his entire life. Chip did what he always does jumping rabbits and getting checks. Ob powered up and steadied the chase. Jed ran powerful for a good while. And, they ran The Amazing Super Rabbit.
This weekend had its ups and downs. Ohio having their youth deer gun season definitely put a cramp on the running. But tonight--WOW. I never would have even hoped for the running I enjoyed. It was just one of those nights. And who would have ever thought . . .
I ran Chip, Butcher, Ob, Jed, and Trick.