My Uncle is in his 80's. I feel for him and other family members in their early teens. These people can sit there and tell out of a pack of thirty dogs which one is barking. how close to the lead he is in the pack and whether he is "on the scent" or just running along with the other dogs. Something I could never do.
Even though they mostly sat on the side of minor county roads in their pickups, or were chasing around to get closer so they could hear better, it was their sport, even if it didn't have the elegance of English foxhunts.
Certain rules also prevailed. Coyotes were never shot. If they eluded the dogs, or just plain whipped the dogs butts out of the pasture, so be it.
In the 50's, when probably only two coyotes existed in all of Guadalupe county, after 2 hours they would start catching off their dogs so the dogs wouldn't be able to catch the coyote.
Sad in many ways, to see it ending.
All quite interesting to a city boy.
"In the 50's, when probably only two coyotes existed in all of Guadalupe county, after 2 hours they would start catching off their dogs so the dogs wouldn't be able to catch the coyote."
I do not understand this sentence. What does "catching off" mean?