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 . . .

Sunday, May 1, 2016

A Terrorist Pack

I ran a terrorist pack yesterday for the first hour. I had a bunch of fanatics that just wanted to blow stuff up. And they sure blew it up. Even when Cole and Meg kept trying to straighten things out they made it hard for them. They sure believed in what they were doing though. No one could deny their passion.

Luckily for me (and for them) as the day progressed they decided to try a little harder to run the rabbit at a slightly more reasonable speed. They actually decided to try running by turning somewhere close to where the rabbit turned. 

On the last chase of the day they sounded like they were running a fox. I didn't think the older dogs would trash, but I was starting to wonder. When the rabbit finally crossed in front of me, I breathed a little sigh of relief and then my chest really puffed out. 

Scenting conditions were good with a bit of rain as I ran. I am sure this helped the young dogs get a nose full and tune in. It also helped Cole and Meg keep stuff together. When you head out with three pups under a year old and another dog under two that haven't been run in a few days, you can expect a few issues. I'm just glad my dogs got it together in the end and actually ran like they should.

I ran Cole, Meg, Dancer, DK, Defender, and Dina.