Monday, July 26, 2010

Memories

I've been fishing quite a few times since my last post, but nothing worth shouting about so I haven't reported in a while. Water levels are way low and it's super HOT...both make for difficult conditions.
Nonetheless, we hope to have our English coonhound bred as I type. This would be her second litter but the first under our ownership. My grandfather got me into coonhunting many years ago while in highschool. My father is a diehard deer hunter but never was into any dog sports so I found it a little later after getting hooked on deer (my main outdoor hobbie---if you can call any of them "hobbies"). There's just something about it I guess, like any outdoor sport a man takes up. I love hounds and love to hear them catch a hot track and bawl into the cool night air. Anyhow, hopefully in a couple months we'll have a kennel full of english pups. We expect to try and raise 2 and sell the rest, we can only hope they can hold a candle to their momma. Once she weens them off she'll be back in the woods.
Until next time, I felt like posting some pics of a late hound I had named Joe. He was of a different breed than we hunt now, a treeing walker. Super good looking hound, heck of a mouth and a pretty decent coondog. He died early at age 5 for some unknown reason, we suspected cancer but weren't sure. He wasn't the best hound on the planet, but treed a ton of coons and was a really nice dog to have around.