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A friends dogs. Almost cost me a divourse when I brought home my own hound.
And here is what they are looking at. We let this guy go as we did most bears.

My Walker as a pup.

Not the typical life of a hound dog.

She's more a family dog than hunter these days. My little girl and hound Daisy.

Almost cost me a divourse when I brought home my own hound.
Oh my, you are on the wrong forum, these rifles are addictive!

Haha all rifles are addictive to me.
I was away working in the Yukon and northern BC a few years ago. The wife was at home on the island while we were selling our house.
While painting our bedroom she had to empty the gun safe so she could paint the wall behind.
We have a queen sized bed and it was covered in guns, head to foot. Plus there were more that had to be moved into another room. Yah I got a phone call that kinda went "Why in the hell do you need some many guns!!!!!!!!!!!!" And "How many do you own?"
I replied I don't know how many there is, and I almost have enough.
Since then I have downsized consideribly. Now I concentrate on guns that have meaning to me.

Oops. Just moved mine into a gun room - that's both the good and the bad of it!

My son's wife said, "How many guns do your need?" He answered, "I don't know, how many are there?" Didn't do a bit of good she still keeps count, and starts counting with, "You only have two arms, so...."

i grew up coon huntin here in s.c. it was my daddy's life! he would hunt all nite then come home clean up and go to work. if he had no one to go with him he would go alone. on weekends i would be with him. i know all about hounds....