Look like good hounds, too. Lots of stuff in those cornfields.
Hunted pheasants in corn stubble a couple of afternoons where I grew up in Pennsylvania. Did not have a dog. Just about ran myself to death but got absolutely nothing.
I was about to say "I never met a dog I didn't like." but then I remember the $#@&*#!% dog in backyard fence of our neighbor who constantly barked at me for two hours today while I raked.
I seriously considered looking for my water gun and shooting the little barker with a good squirt of water.
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Look like good hounds, too. Lots of stuff in those cornfields.
Hunted pheasants in corn stubble a couple of afternoons where I grew up in Pennsylvania. Did not have a dog. Just about ran myself to death but got absolutely nothing.
Si,
Well, there is always corn if nothing else.
Yep - nothing like a good hound dog! As soon as I get to the mountains I want to get a red bone hound. My uncle use to have one, he was a good dog.
Deborah,
I was about to say "I never met a dog I didn't like." but then I remember the $#@&*#!% dog in backyard fence of our neighbor who constantly barked at me for two hours today while I raked.
I seriously considered looking for my water gun and shooting the little barker with a good squirt of water.
But, it might make my dog Willow mad.
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