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, January 20, 2015


I had a little work to do before I could run tonight. I moved the horses' water tank and had to reattach a board. I was putting screws in with my cordless drill, not paying much attention when I slipped and my finger got trapped between the drill's screw driver and the board. I said, "ouch" (but it didn't sound like ouch). Within a couple minutes, with a Sponge Bob band-aid and a little duct tape I was good to go.

I loaded the dogs and headed for a favorite clearcut. Within a couple of minutes of turning loose, Butcher busted out with a rabbit. It crossed the road by me with Butcher and Chip right behind it. All the sudden I heard Gypsy scream out behind me. My first thought was, wow two rabbits at once. I quickly realized though that Gypsy wasn't moving but continued to squall like mad.

I hustled over to her, and saw her hung up in a trap. She was thrashing around and biting at her leg. I said "crap" (but it didn't sound like crap). Then, I thought about how I was going to get her out, but decided to just let her loose. I grabbed both sides of the trap and popped it open. She took off towards the other dogs who were still running. I yelled and then grabbed her and as soon as the other dogs paused started toning them so I could get out of there.

I headed for another clearcut about 10 minutes away. As my Ford Ranger climbed the hill to the clearcut I started to get nervous. The red clay was wet and sticky. I got within 15 feet of the top when my truck bogged down and wouldn't go any farther. I said "shoot" (but it didn't sound like shoot). I got out and looked around and started to get real nervous. I couldn't help but think about this truck-eating, red clay trap. I backed down the hill to a sort of flat place and went back and forth until I turned around facing down the hill. I got out of that trap while I still could.

I headed for another spot about 10 minutes away. I really wanted to run and knew this spot was always good for a couple of chases. I cut the dogs loose and headed them up the old logging road into the cover. All the sudden David started screaming. I rushed up to see him lunging around biting at the trap in the picture above. I said, "darn" (although it didn't sound like darn). Then, I reached down to let him go and quickly reconsidered when he swung around with fangs like Cujo.

I pulled off my fleece and pulled it over David. He was biting and jerking, obviously in a lot of pain. As I covered his head, he bit clear through the fleece. Once I had him bundled up, I reached down and released the trap. He walked down the lane towards the truck acting fine. At this point, I loaded the dogs into the truck and headed for home, having had enough traps for one day.

I tried to run Butcher, Chip, Dennis, David, and Gypsy.

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