That cur dog looks like a tough little customer! And the cowboy rig with the lever .410 is plain neat. (Unfortunately I gave up on horses when I left the ranch at 17, so I'm still in the infantry...).
Beagles are God's Gift. I've even hunted pheasants with them in Western Nebraska tall grass prairie where you almost never saw them until they brought a bird back. The rest of the time they were tracking phez along all the little wildlife tunnels down near the grass roots, runnin' along 'em like little heat seeking missiles. First thing that let you know where the hound was would be a bird launching out of the grass, which was so thick that it muffled the beagle music!
I suspect a lot of those phez got bit before they got hit, but I never could prove it with "forensic evidence" like beagle tooth marks on the drumsticks!
Fun thread, thanks for posting, you-all!
