The wind just stopped blowing. There were a few snowflakes, small at first. And then there were a few more, and they started getting a little bigger. There was just enough moonlight to see a few flakes settling down from the sky. It just seemed special. It was nice, just nice.
The dogs had just holed a rabbit and I was about to load them. This change caught me off guard though, and I paused for a minute. I thought to myself, "what's the rush?" So I walked down the road a little ways and the dogs headed back in to the clearcut.
I heard Butcher open twice, and then Chip, then Butcher, and then Chip and they were off. The pack quickly let me know the rabbit was up and they were after him. They ran for the next 20 minutes. The checks were short and dogs had settled into a groove. Snow continued to fall, a few flakes at a time.
When it was over and I had loaded all the dogs, I was so glad I had stayed. When the snow started, something changed. I am not sure what, but there was a different feel in the air. The woods was a little lighter and more peaceful. As I drove home I tried to make sense out of the change, but it was hard to understand and even harder to describe. A special feel came over the woods. The only way I can describe it is to say, it was nice.
I ran Chip, Butcher, Jed, Cole, Ob, and Billy.
The temperature was 22 degrees with 10-20 mph winds and 3 - 4 inches of snow.