At last! Cubhunting at 8. A shame we didn't go at 7, it was perfect:
Quite a good day, the noise of hounds pushed a herd of deer from a wood.
Five minutes later, hounds drew through and only two puppies even noticed the deer's trail. Kermit and another feathered along a bit, but they were just checking-
L. spoke to them and back to the pack they went.
Ten minutes later, and BANG! Music crashed out, hounds were all on and tearing after a coyote.
Break's over, indeed!
They ran him for a while, but couldn't hold on and got strung out.
Then a couple more draws, and they put three out of one covert, young ones it looked like. Again, late in the morning, heat was making it more difficult.
Still, a pretty day to be out.
Of course, a few hounds were off on frolics and detours of their own.
I hate radios, but I luuuurves me some:
radio collars. MUCH easier to find those electric dogs.