about Brag’s dogs.

Yep, his dog’s, Lucy and Suzie, misbehaved straight out of the box this morning while my dogs, Dixie, Katie and Mystery acted paranoid.
I should have listened to Dixie. She tried to tell me that there were just to many deer around. Both her and Kate hung out at my feet, not wanting to venture out.

Suzie jumped and Lucy went with her before I had time to get the remote control out and put on the antenna.
Hover and his pup, Elmer, went with me up the path and we cut them off at BJ’s property line. Trouble was, they weren’t running a deer when we caught up with them. They weren’t running nothing, so it’s useless to make them piddle on themselves when they won’t even know what they did wrong.

Hover and I walked them down the road, across the creek and up to the sand pit. They jumped and the race moved into the next bottom. It was kind of confusing, the dogs were so scattered out. The next thing I knew Katie was trailing next to me as the rest of the pack ran up the facing hill.
Hover and I caught up with them at the Florida Boy’s stand. Dixie, Mystery came out, but Suzie and Lucy had put the next ridge between them and the remote. The remote, by the way, has a broke switch. I don’t’ have a clue when that happened.
That was the last we would see of those two that morning.
I don’t know what happens every year about this time that turns what have been reliable rabbit hounds into trash running dogs, but it does, most every year.

We got back to the truck and started loading the remaining dogs, so I could show Hover out before returning to find Brag’s wayward hounds. It was then that Brag’s dog Mystery turned up missing. I looked for ten minutes or so, before guiding Hover out.
When I returned Mystery was trotting down the road with a relieved look.
She hates to miss a meal.
I put Dixie and Kate out. All four of us walked back up to the sand pit. I was hoping for a race that would attract Lucy and Suzie back.
I got the race, a good hour long one.
At first, the rabbit refused to leave the half acre of briar's. I was convinced it was a young one till he broke out. The buck rabbit gave me what would have been two clean shots. Once, I saw him circling me for over thirty yards. He didn’t have a clue that I was there, tracking him with my double barreled fingers.

I finally called Dixie, Mystery and Kate out, loaded them up and rode to the Florida Boy’s Stand to see if I could hear or spot them across the newly thinned pines.
Nothing and nothing to do now, but go back and off load a pan of water and the small box, in case they came back.

They popped out of nowhere in front of me near the cabin.
Lucy seeing the pathfinder decided that she would hightail it out of reach.
She froze when I shouted her name. Suzie just cowered down when she saw the vehicle.
Both knew they had done wrong.

Well, the Rabbit Journal pack had one of their worst days in a long long while.
How did Elmer do?
I think that Hover has a decision to make. Keep him as a pet and stud or clip his balls.
I really don’t know. We’ve always had girls. The only males were neutered. Maybe one of the other readers can suggest something.
Something certainly has to give.
He’s at that age where all he thinks about is the ladies. And my ladies don’t won’t nothing to do with him, but he keeps trying to distract them from the job at hand….running rabbits…..at least mine