Hurricane Deck

After some exploring in Box Elder Canyon, I came across a hunter management area just west of it. Upon further investigation, I discovered that Duncan Ranch was owned by the State of Wyoming and that it was open for rabbit hunting. Today I went online and got my permission slip. The land looks promising for rabbits - lots of sagebrush surrounding alfalfa and hay pastures; the last time I drove by there there were no hunters in sight. My interest in hunting rabbits with the Rat Dogs is mostly recreational. I can't consider myself a serious rabbit hunter as I really know nothing about how a dog should hunt for rabbits. All I know is that my dogs flush them and give me voice that they are hot on something. I wait until I see the rabbit and shoot, and they bring it back. Tracker can sometimes hog the rabbit, but usually he brings it back to me knowing that I will gut it for him and the rest of the pack immediately. Evidently there is no better eating than a pile of hot rabbit...

It's a commonly yelled phrase in my house, along with "get OUT of the cat box," "paws off the table," and "Oh GOD! Who STINKS?!?" Right now, it's the last phrase. I have no idea who stinks and why, but good jeebus it's nasty. I think everyone might need a good dose of Flagyl and Gas-X just for good measure. It's especially bad since the culprit is one of six dogs that are currently smushed together in a pile underneath my desk and the smell comes right up into my nostrils. I am taking a break from searching for employment. I was fired two weeks ago, and spent the first week giving the house a major spring cleaning, and the second is now being spent trying to find gainful employment that will cover my student loans. And of course, I was released right as cottontail season ended here in Wyoming. I only had one very muddy week day to take the dogs out to work some rabbit warrens before we were only able to hunt jack rabbits. I'm n...