My childhood dog was an elkhound lab mix named chocolot. I got him when I was about five and he was still on the farm when I left at 18.
God did he love to hunt. He refused to ride in a vehicle, and would run behind the truck for miles in the badlands.
If you picked up a rifle and he was right beside you. He would tremble with excitement and was impossible to hold back after a shot.
We once had owls kill the tame geese off the pond. The owl couldn’t carry the goose very far before bouncing it on the ground.
Chocolot led us to where the owl had supper of the goose a 1/4 mile away.
My brother had a coonhound that would chase rabbits around in the brush.
Chocolot would just sit by the warren and wait for the rabbit.
If I ever found a Jamthund it would be tough to resist.
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