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Love mine....

Yes they are! Mine hunt like crazy but hide when its time to load up and go home. They mind great till they get something they like up their noses. Sum bitches they are.

When i was a kid there were still some pretty big areas of timberland in East Texas. We would go camp in the Nueces River bottom a week in the Christmas holiday and hunt squirrel and hound deer.

Grandad had a big, long legged beagle that wouldnt push deer out of the country because of his speed. He could cover country but not like a walker or tick hound. Plus, he would only run one 30 minutes or so before comming back.

I will never forget one day at dinner (lunch) dad put a big pile of food down on a piece of plywood for the hound. It went across that platter without stopping his feet the pile table scraps were just gone in the blink of an eye.

My oldest male Willy is a stud. He whips the $hit out of 3 or 4 dogs around here. When him and mack (my other beagle) fight its so entertaining to watch, if you have ever watched UFC there's this move called the spinning back fist. Willy does the spinning back ass. He uses it to push the other dog away so he can get a different hold or bite them in a different place. Its hillarious, he never loses. If you get him worked up with a old towel he will latch on and you can pick him up off the ground. He will hang there till you put him down.

Years later Dad had another bigger sized one named Ranger which would not give up a deer or squirrel to anyone but him or me, and it was a scarey proposition for me to get it from him.

Ranger would regard me with a baleful glare of disgust but i would always give him a treat and rub heck out of his ears, crankling his ear canals into his skull. Most dogs love a good ear rubbing and i eventually obtained some manner of acceptance from him. When on a hunt and after a bit of success he would growl and threaten me but would always snap those teeth just short of my reach and if not rushed would eventually relinquish the game to me. You can rest assured i never rushed Ranger to give up his trophy.

Ranger would range well ahead in the woods and tree a squirrel or run a deer for a couple of minutes. Often a deer would bust out in the direction we were hunting from so we or Dads grandkids carried buckshot in the chamber until a squirrel was treed.

If a deer was shot Ranger would trail it down and bay until you found him laying on top of it.

If Dad was not there things were fixing to get interesting until the Mexican standoff was resolved.

First growl dog learns who is the boss. 2nd growl and never a 3rd

Dad ran beagles, and his hounds were known for their ability to bring birds and bunnies to the guns. An invite to hunt with Dad on Thanksgiving day was something not to be taken lightly. His best was a beagle/blue tick cross named Belle. She looked like a 13" beagle on steroids. Classic beagle coloring, but very tall. That dog by far had the best nose of any dog I ever hunted over. Man the stories.....
Dad told me, "whatever you do, DON'T MISS." I'm like, yeah, right. First rabbit rolls through with Bell hot on it's tail. The little Fox Model B barked twice and the rabbit kept running. Belle got to the spot of the infraction, looked at me, and the hackles went up on the back of her neck and she growled at me like she was going to rip my spine out and stuff it back down my throat. Lesson learned-
Belle as the boss, and we'd best not let her down.

Back in the late 90s I pulled up on a residential job site where there was a bad azz German Shepherd just wearing out a Rottweiler. Seems that one of the guys on the job site brought his female dog that was in heat. The guys on the job had to spray a garden hose down the Shepherd's throat to get him to quit.

Ha didn't know you had a pic of Holly.

She was the only one calm enough to let me get a shot off. The others were too busy clowning around and bawling their fool heads off around your dad for me to shoot.

Thats a good looking hound right there.

One afternoon I found a little Rez hound pup next to a barbwire gate.

Gravel road, someone dropped him off. I was dumb enough to scoop him up. He was the roaming'st dog I have ever seen. Hated it, always worried about his dumb ass.


Sure enough one night he ran off and didn't come back.

I found him on the highway about 2AM the next morning when I drove out to check heifers. Fresh road kill deer, he sniffed it out and got hit.

Good ol' Mack.


Thank God the little heeler wasn't with him.

Never owned a beagle, but by God they're a barrel of fun hunting over.













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Sometimes I hate viewing your posts. I'm green.

I don't have any photos on my new computer, but HERE is another great Beagle thread that has my little girl's photo. Her face has lightened up some since that photo was taken, but she's still a very smart little princess.

looks like Jumper is going to have to wear the cone of shame like Max his dad did yrs ago, for licking his pecker so raw it was bleeding everywhere.

Just like this.

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