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 . . .

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Save the Best for Last

Did you ever notice how if you end the night with a great race, it makes the whole night seem great? If the dogs get on a big buck rabbit and he stretches out, and the dogs have run enough to get in the groove, the pack makes me proud. Then I load up and drive home with a smile on my face, knowing I have good dogs.

If I end with a hacking around, picking from check to check, aggravating stop and go chase, then it is way different. I go home disgusted and thinking about how I need a new hobby. I start thinking about the good old days, back when I had old Dusty and every chase was a good one.

So often when I drive home, all I remember is how the night ended. The dogs can run great for three hours, but if they stink it up at the end, I am disappointed. If that chase is a good one though, I love all my dogs and can't wait to load them up to go again the next time.

The Old Man and I ran the other night. It was cold with rain that was turning to ice and snow. The wind was blasting out over the clearcut. But it didn't matter. The last chase was awesome. The pack screamed for about 40 minutes almost nonstop. All the dogs were stepping up and getting some good work done. I drove home with a smile. I love running dogs.

I ran Chip, Butcher, Gypsy, Cole, Ob, and Jed. The Old Man ran Tony, Village Girl, and Rachel.

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