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 22, 2014

One Rabbit Kind of Day

The Old Man Trying to Keep Warm
The temperature dropped for 40 straight hours plus two inches of fresh snow fell. The wind was blowing 15-20 mph. Every cottontail in Ohio was in a hole. Right in the middle of this mess we decided to go run. After all, who wants to sit around the house all day?

We weren't really in any hurry to get out of the truck so I took the long way to where we were running. I knew of a clearcut that hadn't been checked out yet. It was a little dicey once we got past the end of the road and started out the logging road. When I saw the clearcut though, it looked like a rabbit paradise. There were briers as far as you could see.

We collared up the dogs and dumped them out. At first they just wanted to romp and run in the new snow, but after a bit they got down to hunting. As good as the spot looked, there wasn't a rabbit track anywhere. The weather had them buried deep. 

After about 45 minutes we loaded up and headed to another spot out a different logging road. It looked just as good. Surely they would find one rabbit that wanted some action. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. An hour of hunting with not even a bark.

We loaded up and headed to the spot we planned to run in the beginning. This is where the Old Man runs most days. After about 20 minutes Hot Head busted out looking at a rabbit, saving our day. Thankfully he wanted to run and gave the dogs several circles.  It wasn't the kind of day a beagler wants but it sure beat sitting around the house all day.

I ran Chip, Gypsy, Jed, Ob, and Butcher. The Old Man ran Hot Head, Dissident, Village Girl, and Amigo.  It was 18 ° with a lot of clouds and wind.

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