by Demon of Undoing » Thu Feb 03, 2011 4:52 am
Love the hounds, grew up fox and deer hunting around Walkers and Cur dogs . You can tell by their particular sound what is happening . It tells a story . We would let the dogs out in huge pens of several hundred acres where coyotes and fox lived ( both could leave at any time, and nobody ever caught a coyote that I knew of . Would have wished they hadn't , if they had ) . All night long, while the bottles and so forth got passed around, we would listen to the dogs sing. Owners knew their dog in a pack, knew what he was after, whether he had a good lock, if he was getting tired, if he was mad at being last in a run . The hounds were not house dogs, damn near wild, would hardly suffer to be put caught when exhausted so they could be forced to rest . You couldn't pet or play with them, they just didn't give a damn. They wanted to eat and run, that's it , and not in that order . Just like sled dogs, only meaner by temperament . These boys were not out to catch the thing they were after and then wonder what to do with it . If allowed, they'd tear it apart .
Don't know what it is, but I'm agin'it.