Last night we spent some time in the cold cold cold woods. We were trying out a dog on 'loan'. A coon hunting dog named Rebel. We had tried a dog named 'Juice' who was young and showed some promise from the same fellow who is loaning us Rebel.
But Juice didn't have the Juice. He wouldn't bark up a tree and sing a song.
I guess that is one of the reasons I like going out hunting at night when the temps are 10* and the wind is blowing through you, chilling you to the bone.
I like to hear the night songs of a hound on a tree.
Besides it is great exercise and fun to try and locate a dog in the dark...in the woods...in rough terrain.
Of course we have lights, but half the fun is getting there.
Unfortuneatly for Rebel, last night he was 'tricked' by the racoon who had left scent on the trees but have vacated the area.
He found us 'slick' trees. Which means nothing was hiding in the branches.
But I still enjoyed the evening.
Cold windburned face, cold toes and fingers...but hey,
I got to hear
the night song...
Rebel has a pretty voice...
Okay, I liked it.