One of them decided that it was play time, and ran at me, barking at my shoes over and over. They were so damned loud, I wish they’d shut up. While I worked on the gate, the dogs paced impatiently back and forth behind me, barking at me. Lifting the latch, I pushed the gate open, and slid through, closing the gate behind me so that none of the dogs could get out. The males and the females were kept separate, although there were farm more males than females. The biggest of the male hounds wagged its tail and barked challenge at me, as though to say “This is my territory, stay out”. The dogs were barking raucously now because I was near the gate, I guess thought I had food or something. Wiping off my brow, I went over to the other side of the kennel where there was a metal latch gate. All 14 of the hunting dogs were highly trained hounds, very expensive dogs.Īs I pulled a section of wire together and clamped it shut, I noticed that there was a section of the fence that was broken on the inside of the dog kennel. Hunting dogs were like that though, that dog was probably 50 miles away from this camp now. One had already turned up missing, and hadn’t been found yet.
There were 2 week spots in the lower sections, where they were getting out at night.
Dad had charged me with the task of fixing the dog fences. I tossed the shirt to the ground next to the fence, and breathed in the clean summer air. The heat was absolutely oppressive, and so I decided to take my shirt off so that I could breathe a little easier. It was a ridiculously hot summer day at the camp.
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