Welcome

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 . . .

Friday, January 9, 2015

Just Do Something

I was a young guy working in a truck equipment shop mounting dump beds, welding, and doing some body work. It was the summer slump and not much was going on. My boss, Henry had already caught me twice that morning goofing around. The third time he told me, "look, I know we're slow but get busy. Just do something." I looked around, found some things that needed done, and after a couple of days realized how much better it was when I kept busy.

Village Girl jumped the first two rabbits today. She also jumped the last rabbit and at least one other one. I was watching her hunt today and I thought about the story above. She is always doing something. You turn her loose and she gets busy. Other dogs might run a track faster, hunt harder, or bark louder, but she just keeps busy. She is always doing something. And at the end of the day, you just can't help but like her.

I traded Village Girl to the Old Man a year or so ago. Although I had run with her now and then, I just hadn't realized how much progress she had made. When I started running her every day though, it didn't take long to realize what a fine rabbit hound she has become. She is always hunting (and finding), runs a ton of rabbit, and always gets her fair share of checks. And it's really just because she keeps busy.

The running today was a little more choppy than yesterday. It had warmed up 6 degrees to 13° but the 12 - 15 mph winds kept it a bit blustery. I ran the same spot as yesterday in about 3" of snow. I ran about five hours and had a lot of rabbits. The cold didn't seem to bother the rabbits or the dogs.

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

Tony and Dennis Pounding

No comments:

Post a Comment