I have read a lot of fox hunting stories for a long time in the H-T-T and I think it's about time for me to tell of a fox chase we had a few weeks ago.
First, I will describe the hounds. Two of my own, ten months' old pups, out of a bitch I got from Blue Grass Farm Kennels. One is named Speed and the other Drive. Drive is a faster runner than Speed, but Speed will be with the rest of the pack when the fox is shot. In color they are both blue ticked and tan, and large pups.
My pal's dogs are black and white and tan. Good runners and stickers, steady barkers.
Well, here goes for the chase. We headed for a piece of woods called Fox Island. We kept the hounds on leads all the way over for they will run rabbits and we didn't want to be chasing them all over to catch them. Before we have snow we always hunt rabbits and after we have snow, it's foxes.
We expected to strike a track long before we got to Fox Island, but nothing doing. I told my friend that was queer for we always found tracks anywhere this side of Fox Island. We got about half way through the woods when I noticed the pups with their heads held high, sniffing the air. I told him they were getting scent of a fox track. So we took their collars off and sure enough they found a track leading to the woods. Away they went, and they soon jumped Mr. Red. You talk about music. I saw the fox right after they jumped him and away they went east and we changed stands. About half an hour later the fox circled back, but we weren't there. They brought him once again after that and we didn't get a shot, and away north they went. They circled around within hearing all day. It was the best chase I ever listened to. They started him at 9:20 and at half past four we could hear them going out of hearing and I thought the chance of getting him was all off. So we headed for home.
We had been gone about fifteen minutes when we heard the hounds coming back. We were on a road where the fox crossed twice during the day. There were two different runways. I told my pal to stay on the first one and I would make for the one further down the road. I stayed on a run for pal had about one-quarter of a mile to make. While I was running I spied the fox coming along a brush fence making for the runway so I put on more speed to beat him to it. I got there just in time. He was headed right for me, so I brought my Remington 12 gauge pump into action and I had to plug him five times before he would go down.
The dogs soon came to him and mauled him around some and seemed satisfied. Thus ended a perfect day.
From a Fox Hunter.
Hunter-Trader-Trapper. October: 1921,
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