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 . . .

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

A Moonlit Night

Some nights it is just great to be out. It seems like it's not really as much about the dogs as much as it is just being there. Last night was one of those nights. I stood forever in one spot on this hill on an old logging road in a clearcut. I just stared at the moon. I'll bet I went ten minutes and didn't even hardly hear the dogs. I was just staring at the moon, enjoying being out, and daydreaming. 

I ran Gypsy, Butcher, Ob, Jed, Silly, and Dilly.  It was 35° and partly cloudy.

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