Brag and I met Tiny, camp cook and supervisor of the Teats, at Seale near daylight. We ran the area near one of the Florida boys deer stands.
Three decent races.
First was a warm up race that both Tiny and Brag saw.
Second was a tiny fist sized rabbit that ran in tight circles in a house sized patch of blackberry bushes before he lost the hounds on the multiple trails he ran.
Then Lucy struck off by herself, her voice calling for help, but the Aunties weren’t having any part of it.
Why?
I don’t have a clue. She ran for almost an hour in the same thick patch. The other girls went with her at first, before breaking off and coming back. It wasn’t a deer, but I never saw what it was. Mystery followed me back to Lucy and she went in her direction (only a matter of a few yards from me to her in that thicket) but never opened up.

Meanwhile, the other girls jumped a almost grown rabbit that they ran for over an hour and a half.

Lucy still wouldn’t break off till she completely lost the trail of whatever she was running. I heard Mystery shortly after the other girls opened up, running with the pack.