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: >I am with you on this one.
: >So I guess those dogs of mine from back
: had a little bit of bottom. So did I, back
: I hardly ever hunted a dog more than four
: hours. We'd hunt the bigger runners in the
: AM because we could keep up with them then.
: As we slowed down, the shorter dogs in the
: PM. That seemed to work. We'd break for
: lunch in Hillsboro OH, have some soup and a
: sandwich and ONE beer. Then later in the
: day back to the bar. Of course if we got a
: cold rain, it sometimes meant no pm hunting,
: that or an early quit. Often I'd drive down
: to Hillsboro on Thursday late and spend the
: night on the Golden's couch. Hunt Friday
: and Saturday. If I couldn't get away on
: Thursday, I'd hunt around home in Delaware
: County, north of Columbus on Saturday.
: During the week if I could get away early,
: I'd go home, grab a dog and a gun and hunt
: 'till dark. I was in my 30s then. Now my
: hunts are all memories!
: I remember once. Vince Golden and I hunted
: the AM but at around 2 PM, a light rain
: developed. We hunted another hour or so and
: then Vince said, "Harry, I can't stand
: this freezing rain beating me in the face.
: Let's go to the bar!" So we did,
: Reminds me of one of the many hunts I had with WH James from Tulsa Oklahoma. He had a trace of Indian blood and was probably the huntest man I was ever around. When he came to hunt the weather couldn't be to tough and he loved to test his dogs.He spent a lot of money on hunting and wanted the best in his dogs. At the break of dawn, we went down to the Medicine River ranch and as we pulled in a wagon pulled in ahead of us and headed for the Beartrap close to the river country.We pulled up to the sandhills and turned one dog loose Oklahoma's Mark. Mark went right to work and we were in several coveys and pointing singles and James always killed lots of birds.
We never heard any shooting down in the beartrap and believe it or not Plum Thickett Sam came on the scene. Mark was pointing a single Sam backed we killed it. Then Sam pointed a single Mark backed and as we killed this bird Mrs. Oscar Brewer wife of the owner of Sam came charging up. She was hot and pissed and said Oscar and Floyd were mad at us for killing all those birds over Sam. She wouldn't listen to our explanation. Sam was probably about 10 0r 11 at that time but he still had that style.