My uncle in Oregon was beagle man......Many a great morning chasing fox, coon, and coyotes with his pack of beagles......There's nothing like them dogs balling and howling on a hot trail.
OK......One more story about Mike the Dog......My dad and I were hunting pheasant in what used to be called Dairy Valley. Now named Cerritos. Dairy Valley in 1965 was about 9 miles west of Disneyland.....The area was loaded with farm land, dairies, and tomato fields......This would be Mike's 1st hunt and he was just a puppy (maybe 20 lbs). We started into a tomato field when we flushed a big rooster.....We both shoot, but only broke a wing and the bird hit the ground running. It was also foggy. So, off Mike runs and we lose sight of both.....We keep walking and are now wondering what happened to Mike.....As we got about a 100 yds away. Here's Mike dragging that big rooster by one wing......Poor little guy couldn't lift him, but he wasn't letting go.....That was the start of 10 years of great upland hunts with Ol' Mike.
This pic is from 1962 with my 1st rooster from the same area...... ;D
Agreed. I had never hunted that spot before, my buddy wanted to check it out. I'm sure it replaced some old barb-wire fence that would have blended right in.
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