Jan B. and I hit the farms on Sunday and we had a blast, digging to one groundhog that was snared and released, and bolting three others -- one up a tree, one to a pair of waiting terriers (quickly and humanely dispatched), and one out of an 8-hole fox sette (bolt unseen, but it happened).
Sailor went deep on another sette and bayed up a storm but at more than 10 feet deep and a lot of scrap iron in the mix (an old boiler, etc.), we didn't even think about digging down to her. She came up in time -- a bit pooped but otherwise unharmed if a bit dejected at the "good for nothing" humans that would not dig down to where she had it bottled up.
The best part of the day was watching Jan's young dogs turn on, and especially her rescue dachshund (see photo at top) who had bolted her first groundhog just two days before. This little weiner dog had a much better voice than you would expect, and a bit of bottle in her too.
The young terriers did great, of course -- nice voices and attitude on all of them, and all "good to go" right out of the box. A very good day for the young dogs, and not too bad for us old dogs either.
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