The day after Christmas, Cuz called to ask if I wanted to take the dogs to Pittsview and run some rabbits. He said that Dusty his grandson said he had seen rabbits every trip deer hunting.

Well, it seems that Dusty had been hanging out his Uncle Crass and Tiny. Both are known embellishers, unlike yours truly. We didn’t get a single race, if you don’t count them running an armadillo to his hole. Heck, we didn’t even see any pills. I personally believe that we are in the down cycle of the rabbit population with additional pressure from the coyotes and hawks. Things should rebound in a year or so.

We went to Seale afterwards to try for a rabbit or two before calling it a day. About thirty minutes into a drive, a yearling deer popped up in front of the seven dogs, five of who completely forgot their manners and said to heck with it . They were going to chase something and the yearling was cooperating.

Late that evening, Cuz and Rye were riding near the church on FireTower Road when Rye said “Look whats coming out of the woods. Sure enough there they were. Julie and Mazie were missing their collars.
Cuz asked Rye if these were my mine and Brags dogs. “Looks like them” was the reply. While they were loading the dogs, a out of county game warden rode up with the collars in hand. Seems a local was complaining about deer hunters on his property and he had gotten a call about my dogs who had slipped their collars when someone had caught them up.
You betcha.

But if djmed thought that by taking his boss on a rabbit hunt near the scenic Salem-Shotwell Bridge he could impress him and maybe get a raise or something, then I think djmed has been picking mushrooms off the cow pies in his front yard.. I’m just wondering if he still has a job.