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 . . .

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

There's No Place Like a Clearcut

There's no place like a clearcut for running beagles and there's nothing better than a day of pounding running with friends and family. Usually you have to deal with that first half hour. The dogs are too keyed up and don't know each other. They tend to make a few mistakes and the running is choppy. Most of the time there will be a few splits. Then they settle down and that's when it gets good.

We had a crew yesterday running at one of Jeff Allen's spots. My brother, Gregg came over and the Old Man was there. Joe Adkins joined us for the day. Everybody brought a few dogs and traded dogs in and out of the chases throughout the day. By the time we left everybody and every dog was tired but happy. It was just a great day of running.

This made the 8th day out of the last 10 that I had run. The dogs were quick to get in the groove. With all the running, Chip was his usual, Mr. Consistent. Butcher has clearly moved to the top spot of my dogs.

During the eight hours of running, a lot of dogs had the chance to shine, and everyone got the opportunity to feel good about their dogs. More than individual work though, it was nice to have great pack work and a lot of dogs running well together. It didn't seem to matter which dogs were switched in or out, the pack just kept running well.

It was mostly cloudy and 38°. I ran Butcher, Chip, Cole, and Dennis. Gregg ran Bailey, Dolly, and Pepper. Dad ran Village Girl, Diamond, Dissident, and Dixie. Jeff Allen ran Wes, Flame, Meg, and Dee. Joe Adkins ran a young male out of Trails and a Rocky female and a young bluetick female.

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