Busted!

Jack made a break from the pen after dinner the other night. He's only supposed to chase rabbits. Anybody need a beagle that thinks he's a foxhound? A few sessions with the E-Collar ought to fix this.

The first shot nabs Mr. Fox hightailing it along the trail.

East end of a Westbound Fox

A minute later, it's a damning smoking gun shot of Jack doing what Jack's not supposed to do....namely, chase foxes. Goofy beagle.

Numbnuts

Stella!

Wednesday, Nov. 19



Bob and Robert came early for ducks. We hunted George's side and saw two groups of woodies early. Later, I walked them up and Dad killed one on a pass shot. Flip winded the little drake before I sent him...the bird had fallen into a thicket of briars....no problem for the dog....great retrieve.

Larry eventually arose from his beauty sleep and met us at the house for a rabbit hunt after we finished our big post-ducks breakfast. I went home and got the puppy and Bob turned his mob out by the machine shed. We probably jumped five or six rabbits. The dogs had trouble keeping on the trail....too dry? Stella did fine. She doesn't know what she's about yet, but she kept up with the rest of the hounds, and at least she knows she's a beagle now. Robert killed one rabbit and gave the pup a snootful...that got her plenty excited!



Another fun hunt with good friends. Hey, any day in the field's a good'un!

jts