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 . . .

Monday, January 19, 2015

Gone Hunting

It was 2:30 in the afternoon with a high sky, lots of sun, no clouds and no wind with a January heat wave temperature of 45°. The dogs had been running real well for the last 4 1/2 hours. Then, the rabbits just dried up. There wasn't a single bark for the next 20 minutes.

Usually this makes me crazy. I can't stand to be out running and not have a chase. I start to hate--my dogs, my truck, the weather, the place I am running, my dogs . . .

Today was a little different though. The Old Man was out running for the first time since his shoulder surgery. He had his arm in a sling but that didn't seem to matter much. He didn't fire me from running his dogs. He saw that I hadn't completely ruined them yet.

What made the spell with no running bearable though was how the dogs hunted. Six dogs were six different directions. None were chasing, none were running around like a bird dog, and all were actively searching for a rabbit. At least if the dogs weren't running a rabbit, they were acting like they really wanted to.

Eventually Village Girl jumped a rabbit way down in the clearcut and the chase was on. The dogs ran until they holed and the pack sounded good. It was a good day--sunshine and warm with some good chases. Life doesn't get much better.

I ran Tony, Dennis, Chip, Butcher, Village Girl, and Gypsy.

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