jimh269b Says:
Saturday, August 20, 2011 @5:56:52 PM

my father in law,was the same way eric

erikforgod Says:
Saturday, August 20, 2011 @5:59:59 PM

Jim...those Ole Kentucky fellers...this was a way of life for them. Raisin dogs are runnin em has been a part of my family for many generations..its an ole Kentucky tradition that goes way back :) When my pawpaw got bone cancer...bless his heart...the only time we EVER saw him break down and cry was a few months before he passed...and he had to sell all of his dogs...that was when it hit home ...his illness..he cried like a baby...in front of me...I never EVER saw him do that before :(

beetlegeist Says:
Saturday, August 20, 2011 @6:16:27 PM

This picture makes me laugh. Crafty fox.

Horseshoot Says:
Sunday, August 21, 2011 @7:01:52 AM

There ain't no music, like hound music. I hunted fox and 'coons too. But we also would run our beagle hounds. During the summer, when it wasn't rabbit season. Just to listen to them. Dad and I would lay back, by a fire, and just let 'em run. What great times. When I grew older, I also hunted fox on horseback. British style. That too was exciting, and the hound music aspect was the same. (Our pack didn't kill either. We only chased.) And the horses jumping fences added another element of excitement. But, to be honest, the night time hunts, around the fire... They were the best. So sorry for your Papaw. I know that had to be hard. Both 'cause he knew, then, what this disease really was doing to him. But, also, 'cause it is so hard to give up something you truly love. Bless him.

erikforgod Says:
Sunday, August 21, 2011 @7:33:42 AM

Horseshoot - This kind of Fox huntin is an ole Kentucky tradition...there still are alot of friends of my pawpaw that fox hunt. I can still remember him gettin ready to coon hunt when I was a little kid...loadin the dogs in his dog box on the back of the pick-up...his dark blue grease monkey style cover alls and hard hat with the lamp light on the front...they also carried big lanterns. My pawpaw was well known for raisin good litters of dogs in that part of the country, and he would go to a place about 35 minutes away in Grayson County Kentucky..a little village called "Caneyville" and there was a place where all the foxhunters and coon hunters would gather and talk "dog" and horse trade good dogs, buy and sell em and just sit around and talk about huntin. I used to have to leash the dogs up and bring them out for the folks to see, I had to hold their heads up and tails up and keep em still....and show the hunters the dogs teeth and the pads of their feet also. I saw literally hundreds of dollars changing hands...the old guy who owned the place..he made big bucks off of his little business.