Monday, June 06, 2011

American Deerhounds

I kind of have to laugh about this as we are in the age of designer dogs.  Well I guess these are designer hounds. Outcrossed to perform a specific type of work.  I guess most every breed started out this way.  Nearly every person that sees these hounds comments that they look just like Deerhounds and my response is "Think of them as American Deerhounds"  and then they just seem fine with it for some reason. The Staghound explanation just seems to confuse people.

Well here they are. 9 all together.  4 males and 5 females.  All seem to be doing well and Mace is the best mother ever. Going to drag her away from them this afternoon to wash the green off her white leg.  Most are a dark brindle color.  I was shocked this morning to see one of them actually standing, although kind of wobbly but standing none the less and then walking around the whelping box.  A few people have asked what the actual mix of this group of hounds is. Mace is 3/4 Staghound and 1/4 NGA Greyhound. Kingston is 100% Scottish Deerhound. Talk about a possible combination that might take down some of these feral hogs that are over running the Southern part of our country. Speed, size and power. At any rate these pups will be a full 1/2 Scottish Deerhound from the Sire, 3/8 Staghound and 1/8 NGA Racing Greyhound. A very interesting pedigree makeup.  A quick comment on the timing of this litter.  The past litter was unplanned as it was in winter. Would have tried it at some point but winter time puppies are difficult.  The current litter is the one that was planned as I would not breed a bitch again normally in just 9 months. Mace is still recovering from a hunting accident where her leg was injured so it just seemed like the right time for this one.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Sadie

This is Sadie. Another resident of Ontario, Canada.  Just over a year old now, has grown up to be a beautiful adult hound. Should be spectacular coursing Snowshoe Hares and the occasional coyote

Moses

This is Moses. An exceptionally nice male pup approximately 6 months old in this photo. Already 28" tall at the withers, he will probably finish at 30" +/-
A wonderful example of a real running machine. He resides in Ontario, Canada fairly close to a half sister, Sadie who is also a fine hound.

Thursday, December 09, 2010

Staghound Pups out of Mace



Well here are the 2 remaining puppies from the Mace x Strike litter.  The pup with the white face is the male we call Blaze and the all brindle tiger stripe one is the female that Darlene named Bonus as she showed up in the morning as an additional puppy when we thought Mace was finished with delivering all her pups.  At 11 weeks of age in this photo, Blaze is weighing in at 25 lbs. I think he is going to be a fairly large hound if his feet and bone are any indication of his adult size since his feet are almost the size of his parents. Could end up in the 90 to 100 lb size and 30" at the withers.  Bonus is weighing in at 19 lbs and will likely be about her mother's size when grown.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Staghound Pups out of Mace

Well they are here. Born September 19.  Had 7 total with 3 males and 4 females. All are a brindle color like their sire, Strike.  You can see both parents on earlier posts of this blog.  4 to 5 of these pups are already spoken for so if you have an interest in a good hunting hound, call soon.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Grace

For you real running hound fanatics, this photo should make your pulse quicken. This is a hound that belonged to Scott Rios in Idaho.  Grace is one of the most picture perfect hounds that I have seen and this photo of her sitting next to a coyote that she dispatched in the wide open running grounds of Idaho is what all of us sighthound fans dream of. Sadly, Grace passed away at a much too early age of only 3.  Fortunately, Scott has some of her pups to carry this beautiful line on.
He says that he has more photos of her hunting everything from bunnies to bears and everything in between.
I will share those stories as I get them.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Morning Exercise


Well, I'm not sure about the rest of the country but the weather is substantially cooler here in the Rockies and it is past time to get those hounds legged up for a hunt.  Was out running them this morning getting some flat out chasing exercise in and stopped for a moment to look towards our windmill as the sun was about 10 minutes from peaking over the hills to the east of me.  A good moment for reflection and thinking of the hunts to come in the months ahead.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Loomis, Nebraska Trade-N-Days and Races

I had someone email me and ask where they could get more information on this event so here you are:

Contacts:

Raye Johnston:  308 876-2551
Butch Johnston: 308 876-2463
JJ Johnston:       308 876-2110

Promises to be a great event and if you were ever interested in getting your hands on a good coyote hound, this would be the place to begin looking

Monday, August 24, 2009

Loomis, Nebraska

OK, so it is actually in Holdrege but a lot of people knew this as the Loomis, NE Trade-N-Days and Dog Races.
It is actually in Holdrege which is only about 6 or 7 miles Southeast of Loomis. This all takes place October 2nd and 3rd 2009. This is Friday and Saturday for those of you that do not go by a calander. Gates open at 7:30

FYI: I have been getting a lot of grief for not putting more articles on this blog. I have no valid excuse except you just get in a brain freeze sometime. I will try to be better about it.

All kidding aside. If you are in to sight hound coursing sports and hunting, you owe it to yourself to get to Central Nebraska that first weekend of October and attend this event. You will never regret it. There are some good people involved in this sport and it is a great chance to network with some of them.

Friday, February 27, 2009

New Website

Yes, we finally gave in and are building a website.


Take a look when you have a chance. I will continue to post most stories on this location as it is easier to get stories out and have an archive of them to refer to.

http://www.ranchofiasco.com/

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Daughter of H




Before Scorch had passed away, I had planned at some time to breed her to a friend of mines hound named H. Yep, just H. He is a well put together coyote hound. Nothing exceptionally exciting to look at except when he is coursing a coyote. Even at nearly 12 years old, he is an amazing hound to watch. I had the privilege of a hunt with both Scorch and H last winter when my friends from Missouri were out for a visit. That convinced me that H needed to be the sire of a litter of pups with Scorch. Unfortunately, that never happened. In talking to my friend Jon Ware, who owns H, he mentioned that he had a litter of pups by him. There is an ash blue colored bitch in that litter that no one wanted but Jon said she was his pick of the litter of the bitchs. Well, if I couldn't have a pup from Scorch, this seemed like the next best thing. Jon said nobody wanted her because of her color. They took all the males right off and then the brindle colored and black bitches. Jon was amazed that she was left. Now I trust Jon's eye much more than mine and he was convinced that she was going to be a terrific coyote hound. Well, we talked a good deal and worked out what we needed and I made the trip to Wyoming to get this little gal. She is growing like a week and is a pleasure to be around. Still trying to come up with a name for her but I am real pleased with what I see so far. She is nicely put together. Great feet and bone and if she is half of what her father is, I will be a fortunate man to have her.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Scorch



Seems lately I spend more time writing memorials to my terriers and hounds than I do writing hunting stories. This girl is one of the best dogs I have ever had. She died on Saturday the 12th of July, '08. Apparently suffered a heart attack as a friend was setting up a lure coursing event and she was watching. Much to the horror of 10 people that we had over for a BBQ that watched myself and several other people administer CPR on her for about 20 minutes all to no avail. Scorch passed away suddenly on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Scorch was my buddy and constant companion and was always with me. She had saved me from a pack of problem stray dogs that were bent on chewing me up one time and poured a serious can of whoop ass on several of them just as they were about to reach me. She hit them like a bullet train from Hell out of nowhere and sent them flying. She was an absolute marvel to watch coursing game, whether it was a Coyote or a Jack Rabbit. She brought them all down and loved what she did so well. One time on an organized NOFCA hunt, she managed to slip her collar and raced out and right over the top of the hunt hounds and caught the hare. The Hunt Master was really pissed at me and marched right up to us and informed me she was going to fine me. I paid her the $5 and took her back to the truck. She coursed 2 additional hares on the way back. It was really a great day out hunting. There are so many memories with her that I could write pages of stories but will leave it simply as she was a wonderful hound to have and was really what kindled my interest in running hounds and was the very best hound that I could have hoped for. I miss her more that words can express.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Scorch

May 1, 2002 - July 12, 2008

For if the hound be well remembered, if sometimes she leaps through your dreams, actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not where that hound sleeps. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream she knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a patureland where most exhilarating horses graze. It is one to a hound, and all one to you, and nothing is gained and nothing lost - if memory lives.
But there is one best place to lay a hound to rest...
If you bury her in this place, she will come to you when you call, come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path and to your side again. And though you may call a dozen living dogs to heal, they shall not growl at her nor resent her coming, for she belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by her footfall, who hear no whimper, people who have never really had a hound. Smile at them for you shall know something that is hidden from them.
The one best place to bury a good hound,
is in the heart of her master...

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Off Season Conditioning - Watch for Heat Stroke


It is important to note that like any athlete, running sighthounds need to stay in condition all year. It is not practical to just shut them in a kennel at the end of the hunt season and forget they exist until next fall and expect them to come out of isolation and hunt the way you want them to. Early morning, sometimes predawn runs to help keep them fit or early evening when the outside temperatures get below 70 degrees F, are best. If you are in a part of the country where it never gets below 70 or 80 degrees all spring/summer, then you need to keep the runs short and have a water source close at hand so the hounds can cool off sufficiently. I had an occasion where I was coursing some hares on BLM land in Wyoming in the Spring of '06. It was later in the morning and the sun was shining. An absolutely beautiful day actually. The problem was that the temperature had climbed just above 60 degrees F. We were walking back to our trucks and the hounds flushed a hare. My white hound, Mace was all over this hare and it was quite an exciting course. It took them up and over a hill approximately 1/2 mile from me. Mace came back within a few minutes but was looking and acting disoriented. She was panting excessively hard and was having a difficult time standing. I knew at once that she had overheated herself and began looking for a way to cool her down. I took all the remaining water I was carrying and poured it over her mouth and on her belly but there just was not enough. I raced around trying to find a little puddle of water in a fairly arid place. I was fortunate to locate one and carried Mace to it as she was not walking well. I sat her down in the muddy water and within about 20 minutes she seemed to be feeling better. This could have been a much more serious problem with a bad outcome if I had not found a way to cool her off. I have known a number of people to loose good hounds during warm weather to this condition. The following description was written by Dr. Dunn, DVM. My hope is that this article provide a way to avoid this condition or if it should occur, a way to cure this before an avoidable tragic loss of a valuable hound happens.

WHAT IS HEAT STROKE

Living cells have temperature tolerance limits. Go beyond those limits and the cell breaks down, looses functional capacity, releases chemicals within itself that cause more adverse reactions, and eventually ceases to function and dies. Tolerance to higher than optimum temperatures for mammals breaks down at about 107 degrees. And the death of the cell (that state where the traumatized cell cannot recover from the heat injury) occurs when time and temperature factors combine to terminate the cell's integrity. The longer the cell is above the 107 degree level the less chance there is for the cell to recover. The higher the temperature becomes above 107 degrees the faster the cell death occurs. In pets confined to a space where the ambient (surrounding) temperature and humidity are above tolerable levels the animal's body will begin to acquire heat from the environment faster than it can dissipate that heat. In overheated humans we begin to sweat, which evaporates (unless the humidity is 100 percent), and cools the skin surface and assists in dissipating that heat buildup. In fur covered dogs and cats that have very few sweat glands to begin with the only means of dissipating excess body heat is via panting. This movement of air over the moist tongue and airway surfaces increases evaporative cooling (again, unless the ambient humidity is 100 percent). Unfortunately, panting is a rather inefficient means of dissipating body heat and actually generates some heat due to the muscle activity involved. Keep in mind that as an animal is confined to a closed space the expired air, which is at 100 percent humidity and 102 degrees, will eventually increase the ambient humidity and temperature of the animal's space. Plus, especially with larger animals such as Great Danes and St. Bernards, their body heat will increase the ambient temperature in the vehicle. It should be readily obvious that leaving an animal in an enclosed space, even if the vehicle is in the shade and even if the outside temperature is only in the seventies, will cause a buildup of temperature and humidity in that vehicle. Time and temperature and humidity are critical factors in the development of heat stroke in pets. And once the animal's cells reach 107 degrees it is crucial for any chance of recovery to lower that temperature as fast as possible. Otherwise death will result no matter what you do to try to save the animal.

SIGNS OF HEAT STROKE

Signs of heat stroke are intense, rapid panting, wide eyes, salivating, staggering and weakness. Advanced heat stroke victims will collapse and become unconscious. The gums will appear pale and dry. If heat stroke is suspected and you can take the animal's temperature rectally, any temperature above 106 degrees is dangerous. The longer the temperature remains at or above 106 degrees the more serious the situation. If you return to your car or the area in which the animal was confined and find your pet seems to be highly agitated, wide-eyed and panting uncontrollably... start for the nearest animal hospital right away with the air conditioning at full blast. Otherwise get the dog to a cool area and begin the treatment for heat stroke.

TREATMENT FOR HEAT STROKE

Take the pet's temperature rectally if possible. A body temperature of about 105 degrees or higher is probable evidence for heat stroke. Place your pet in a tub of cool running water or spray with a hose being sure the cool water contacts the skin and doesn't simply run off the coat. Thoroughly wet the belly and inside the legs. Run the cool water over the tongue and mouth. Take a rectal temperature if possible to know when to stop cooling. A safe temperature is about 103 degrees. A small dog will cool down much faster than a large dog. Once the temperature gets to 103 or 104 degrees do not cool the pet any further because the cooling effects will continue to bring the temperature down even further. Seek veterinary attention as soon as possible.
If you are near an animal hospital, go there right away. At the animal hospital they may administer oxygen, cortisone and dextrose to help protect the traumatized cells. The staff can provide proper cooling measures and monitor the dog's temperature, heart rate and provide oxygen which some evidence indicates may help protect stressed body cells. Providing intravenous fluids and anticoagulants may be utilized as well.

WHAT DOES HEAT STROKE DO?

In severe cases, the elevated body temperature triggers chemical reactions in the cells of the body... highly active cells such as brain, intestinal and liver cells are at greatest risk for heat trauma. The metabolic disturbances brought on by excessive heat instigate the release of chemicals within the cells that cause the ultimate destruction a breakage of the cell. Most heat stroke victims are dehydrates, as well, and their blood thickens to the point that the heart has severe stresses placed on it in trying to pump the abnormally viscous blood through the blood vessels. The result is stagnation of blood, blood clotting and eventual death of tissues due to what is termed ischemic necrosis. Wherever a clot forms, the tissues nourished by that clogged vessel die from metabolic starvation. The dying cells give off chemicals that further damage surrounding tissues and a point is reached beyond which no recovery is possible. In some unfortunate situations where the heat stroke victim has experienced a dangerously high body temperature for a length of time such that too many brain and other body cells have been damaged, no matter what life saving measures are employed and bioprotective medications are administered, death will result.

FINAL THOUGHTS

This is a serious condition which you need to be aware of not only while hunting your hounds but there are a lot of people that participate in other forms of recreation with their running hounds like lure coursing or even playing in a dog park. Traveling with your hound, even on short trips where you make a quick stop for coffee or a drink. Be aware of the temperatures your hounds will be subjected to. Become familiar with the symptoms of Heat Stroke and get treatment to help a dog in distress very quickly. Their lives will depend on it and on you to help them.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

End of Season Maintenance


Now that the hunt season is over for most of us it should be time to look your hounds over for a little work. Most of them tend to suffer minor injuries while hunting and may be anything from a muscle strain to broken nails or more serious.

Some Things to Look For

At the end of the hunt day, I examine my hounds from front to back looking for signs of problems. A hound walking without a limp is not necessarily a sign that all is well. Looking for cuts and or abraisions is an obvious thing. Important to these running hounds is solid feet condition. Cuts on their pads or between their toes is something to look for. Hard turns in the field will cause the stopper pads to blister off or wear off and this can be a painful condition to them. If the weather had been wet, their toes can become impacted with mud and if this is not removed can dry there and become very painful and rub sores between their toes and could have them out of running condition for several weeks. Broken or cracked nails is a big issue. Please take the time to trim your hounds nails and keep them at a normal length. The longer they get, the more prone they are to breaking. Dew claws are a constant problem. For the life of me, I don't know why more breeders don't have them removed as small pups as this would avoid numerous problems with the working sighthounds as adults. Cactus or burrs like the goatweed burrs will be very painful to your hounds too. Look them over carefully and remove them whenever you find them. It is a good idea to carry a good old Leatherman Tool with you for this purpose as extracting them with your bare fingers will usually result in getting them out of your hounds feet and into your fingers! My hounds seem to think they know the fastest way through a fence or around some other obsticles when coursing some game which usually results in some minor flesh wounds. If these are not looked after, they can get more serious and why risk a good hounds health just because you did not take a few minutes to clean these wounds up. A little scrubbing with some Betadine solution or chlorhexidine gluconate antiseptic should help. If you have to install sutures or staples to close a skin flap, always make sure that you leave the bottom end of it slightly open to allow drainage. Keep in mind that I am not a Vet and so a serious wound should have a Vet's examination. Another field neusance to the running hound is the yucca. These pesty plants have the leaves or stems ending in a very hard and sharp point like the end of a dagger or spear. Hitting one of these at speed will produce some very painful sores when poked and the tips of these plants break off in a leg bone or the chest of your hounds. They are tough to remove too. These are just a few items to look over. If you are involved in any type of hunting sport, your equipment will require maintenance. Take the time to do this for your hounds and it will pay big dividends over the course of the hounds hunting career.



Friday, March 28, 2008

Need A New Home For Dottie



This is a 14 month old Staghound female that is needing a new home. She is house trained, good on a lead and in the car. Gets along well with small dogs as she lives with a Minpin and a Jack Russell. She just needs more room to run and a home where someone will be with her for more of the day. Both owners presently work and she is confined to either a crate or a small room in their house. She is so excited to get out when the owners get home that she has been knocking down their small children when running around the back yard. Husband is unhappy about it and says she must go to a new home. She is quite game and loves to course rabbits and has even pointed gamebirds. Must be some pointer in there someplace. She is spayed and in typical sighthound fashion had broken her constantly wagging tail and it had to be removed recently. She has not been left unattended for long periods during the day in their yard as she has shown an ability to scale tall fences. Currently in Cheyenne, WY. I am in Denver and will be traveling to Eastern Kansas within the next few weeks and could assist with transport that direction.

Monday, November 12, 2007

First Fall Wyoming Hunt


Here we are in early November. Weather is getting cooler and some snow is beginning to fall in the High Country of the Rocky Mountains. With daytime temperatures in the 40's and 50's it is time to get the hounds out for some sport. The hares that live on the high prairies have begun to don their winter coats of white to brown and white in anticipation of the first snows. We arrived in the BLM lands early on Saturday after a 4 hour drive through the early morning darkness. This is before the time change and so daylight does not appear until well after 7:00 am. We pulled into our hunt area a little before 9:00 and park the truck. We were waiting for another member of our party to arrive and she was about 15 minutes behind us. As we shut the truck off I see a little Black Footed Ferret being busy exploring some ground squirrel holes for breakfast. He sits up and looks at us in a curious manner. Suddenly he startles and ducks into the hole he had just emerged from. His reason for the sudden departure was a Golden Eagle riding the wind currents off the bluff that lay before us overlooking a basin 5 or 6 miles wide. Our friend arrives and she lets her Wolfhounds and one Scottish Deerhound loose to get some of the traveling bladder issues dealt with. Our Staghounds had already taken care of this problem and so off we go. About 5 minutes into the walk, a good sized Jack Rabbit bolts from the sage right in front of Scorch and the chase is on. Now Scorch has become a bit lazy in the last year and although run daily, is not in the fittest condition she has ever been in. The hare makes a large wide turn of about 1/4 mile and Scorch is a bit off the pace taking a hedging position trying to turn the hare. None of the other hounds have seen this hare, so Scorch is on her own. Well after 2-1/2 or 3 minutes, the hare gives Scorch the slip and she comes back huffing and panting. Another 10 minutes of hiking and observing a herd of antelope off in the distance that had seen us coming since we left the truck, we decide to make a turn as we did not want the hounds to course the herd of the fastest running animals in North America. We turn off to the West and not long after, here goes another hare. This time 7 or 8 hounds site this champion runner. Leaping back and forth over the sage, these hounds with each others help get this hare going the distance. We watch with excitement as the hounds put hard pressure on the quarry and force it to make last second turns. The dust and dirt is flying and they force this jack rabbit into a tight circle to evade the pursuing hounds. Then as suddenly as it began, the hare manages to go to ground. One of those many badger settes that provide shelter for all sorts of high prairie animals, that is unless the badger happens to be home and then he is thankful that the lunch meal was delivered on time. Seems like an opportune time for a water break for the hounds and let them catch their breath.


Off 10 minutes later with everyone, including myself breathing normal again. We are bearing off farther West to avoid yet another herd of antelope. We have probably walked 2 miles by now and no doubt the hounds have both walked and run 5 or 6 miles themselves. On occasion a small cottontail rabbit pops into the lead. They are quite the erratic little creatures and have not got the flat out speed of the hares and so they depend on maneuverability to escape the predators. These runs are quite short but keep the hounds attention and minds focused on the task at hand. Now as we approach the end of this large area of sage at the base of the hills on the opposite site of the basin we are working, another hare bolts it's hiding place and in a fairly typical fashion, runs uphill depending on it's superior power to weight ratio to out accelerate the hounds, which it does handily, not that the hounds are aware of this. Up they go, covering great sections of this uphill chase in huge leaps. Over the top they go and what happens from there is a mystery as we are not able to cover the ground nearly as efficiently to witness the course. Back down they come, one at a time. The hounds are starting to look like I feel as we stare back across the basin nearly 3 miles away from the vehicles. We walk along the edge of the hills and yet another hare streaks for the hills. The Wolfhounds look at this like they are saying "you've got to be kidding" The Staghounds without missing a beat are after this one as well. With the midday temps beginning to climb, I am thinking it is time to leash a few of these athletes up for their own good. I manage to give the hunt horn a recall tune and back they come one at a time. We do a head count to make sure the entire pack is accounted for and start the journey back to the vehicle. It has been a good day in the field. On the way back, a few more hares bolt off in the distance as if they were taunting the hounds to give chase. The Staghounds being coupled up and the Wolfhounds being smart enough to know when enough if enough watch them scamper off in the distance. We spot another ferret going about his afternoon business and off in the distance riding the wind currents of the bluff the Golden Eagle we spotted when we arrived was looking for his meal, perhaps hoping the hounds would bolt one his direction. All the hares are safe, no injuries for any of the hounds and it was an exciting morning of watching some good coursing of hound and hare testing each others mettle.

Monday, July 16, 2007

This One Didn't Make The Fence



Was out walking the Staghounds this evening and about a 1/4 mile out my older hound Scorch is off like a shot heading straight East in my pasture. Mace and Strike are close on her heals. I am running like a madman trying to get to high ground to see what is going on. I get to a rise on the hill just in time to see Scorch get some teeth into a coyote. The thing manages to get out of her grip and through a gate to my neighbors house. She goes under the gate after it but it has too big a lead and a short distance of about 200 yards to the next fence line. It gets away. I was excited about the course as it was a good one. I pull out the hunt horn and give it a blast for victory. Sounded a bit like a wounded elephant at this point and I will keep practicing on it. When I blew the horn however, it startled a second coyote that was about 40 or 50 yards away standing in some deep prairie grass. It made the mistake of running straight west toward my house. The Staghounds were all over this one and caught it in about 300 yards right next to the fenced part of my yard. Scorch and Mace had this bugger stretched out. Strike was making a few lunging bites but not a big participant just yet. This predator was not giving up easy and he was laying teeth into anything that got near him. Scorch has a lot of punctures and Mace has a few as well. For a moment, the hounds had this guy up against the fence and one of my terriers, Tory had this guy by the ass end and was trying her darnedest to pull him through the fence butt first. I asked my wife to get me a little pistol to humanely put him down as he was pretty torn up. She brings me a 357 revolver. I asked her if she had anything bigger. Just kidding her. She wondered if it wouldn't work. I said it will do. A quick pull of the trigger and he was in coyote heaven dreaming of the days when he could kill off peoples pets for dinner. This predator won't be doing that any longer.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Wyoming High Prairie


Went with some friends last Monday to some BLM land in Wyoming. The place is breathtaking as there is just so much unobstructed room in that area of the country. The trip up was pleasant as it is only 4 hours of windshield time. I saw more Golden Eagles on this trip than I have ever before seen in a single day. Think there were 6 different birds. They are so huge that they are truly a sight to behold.
Our pack of free coursing hounds consisted of some Irish Wolfhounds, Scottish Deerhounds and few Saluki's and my 3 Staghounds. Temps to be honest were a little on the warm side for running dogs as it was in the mid 60's and sunny.
With a dozen hounds freecoursing it wasn't long before the first hare was bolted out of the black sage still sporting their brown and white coats at the end of winter. Hounds had a good run but the big challenge with this area are there are SO MANY badger settes that every 30' to 40' you have a perfect escape place for these Jack Rabbits and they seem to know the location of every one of them. It's amazing to see one run to ground while traveling 35 mph. This first hare was no exception and down they went after about 1/4 mile run. Had the hounds panting a bit in spite of the short run. Wasn't long before a second hare was bolted along a short dry water course. Up and over a short hill the pack went and back they came within a few minutes so I am guessing the same escape plan had worked for this one as well. Spent the next hour or so walking different patches of sage brush looking into the endless number of badger digs thinking I should have brought an extra set of digging hands and a good terrier with me. Two of the Wolfhounds were growling and digging at a badger hold so I have no doubt that old Brock was close to the surface thinking he would sink his teeth into the muzzle of one of these large hounds. We pulled them away and the hole was stopped up from the inside about 2' down. They were there alright but no terrier today.
Along toward noon another White Tail bolted and this time it was within about 50 yards of my hound Mace and a Saluki named Hobba which was imported from Iran last year. These two really gave this jack a run for it's money. He tried the same escape plan but these hounds were all over him in half a heartbeat and forced him to overun the settes. The jack turned on the afterburners and so did the hounds. Those two hounds were like pulling the trigger on a pair of Stinger Missiles with a radar lock. They were all over this jack forcing turns back and forth and back and forth. They ran this jack within my sight for a good mile and then went out of site over a hill. I was so disappointed in not getting to see the finish of this fine course. The two hounds came back into view about 10 minutes later both overheated and panting badly. They each had a bit of fur in their teeth but no sign of blood so I am assuming the hare managed to escape to run another day. We found a cool source of water and let the two of them get temps back to normal and had to call it a day. What a great time we all had letting the hounds do what they were truly bred to do, run flat out in open country pursuing a game that has been hunted for hundreds of years. Sorry but I was not able to get the camera out in time to photograph these runs. Will try to get better at it.

Monday, March 19, 2007

More Skye Photos






Skye is growing like a weed. Took a few more photos this morning for people that wanted to see some current pictures.