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, March 22, 2014

How Bad Do You Want It?

Keith's (Norwester) Boomer Dog That Makes it Possible
For him to Run in the Tough Canadian Weather
For me, owning the best beagles possible is an all-consuming passion. I know it and just accept it. There is never a day that I don't spend a good part of it thinking about beagles, running beagles, talking about beagles, and for the last year or so, writing about beagles. This is something I will do the rest of my life. I have run all of my life and I just don't see it changing.

Right now, a lot of guys that compete in ARHA are running a bunch as they prepare for the ARHA Little Pack World Hunt on April 3 - 6. Once it is over, they will resume other obligations and hobbies. Once spring hits, a lot of guys get out the boat and start fishing, or coach their kid in baseball. And that is as it should be.

Running for me though, never stops. You might call it an addiction and I couldn't really argue. I run all year long, year after year. Occasionally something will make me think about this.  Norwester wrote this on a recent  post on the Hunted Hare about confirmation,:

When I wrote that the conditions and environment have you backed into a corner....I'm not exaggerating. There were a number of years I had big strong looking handsome hounds...that couldn't circle a hare in winter...not once.
I was telling Bud, and I've told Tom this too, one year I went 6 weeks....NEVER SAW A HARE...and I was running every day.

Now that is what I call dedication. At least I get to see a rabbit or two every day.

Today I ran with the Old Man. I ran Gypsy, Chip, Butcher, Kurly, and Ob. The Old Man ran Tony, Village Girl, and Jed. It was sunny and 45°.

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