May Sneak Peek

Lone Star Beagle Association

By Troy Barber

As I travel around the country interviewing folks and gathering information for these articles, I’m reminded how like-minded beaglers are when it comes to the big picture. Big picture meaning the general ideas of why we do what we do. Without fail, I hear comments such as promote fellowship, encourage sportsmanlike conduct, preserve our heritage, maintain AKC standards and consider the well-being of each club and its members. I see it written in the constitution and by-laws of beagle clubs and beagle associations. I hear it when I’m talking to individuals. It doesn’t matter if I am in Texas, Georgia, Tennessee, Arkansas, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana or other parts of the country, the concerns and interests are very similar. On the other hand, the differences are also very similar. Yes, there are differences but it’s little things such as style, speed and bloodline of hounds. Then sometimes there are personality clashes, personal opinions or moral issues that seem to divide folks. The truth is, there are times our vision is clouded with these little things and we can’t see the forest for the trees, the forest being the big picture which should always take center stage. The trees are the little things that often dominate our thinking and dim our vision preventing us from seeing the big picture or the forest. If I had the magic formula to prevent this, I would be rich and famous. This very thing has caused division among individuals, families, beagle clubs, churches and even nations down through the years. The Bible indicates that it’s the little foxes that slip through the cracks and spoil the grapes. It also says a divided house cannot stand. Many times in my life I have had to step back and take a good long look at the big picture in order to put things in perspective. If we are too close up, we see only the trees but if we back away far enough we can then see the entire forest.

I mentioned last month that these articles are meant to inspire and challenge each individual as well as clubs, associations and federations. Inspire simply means to motivate, stimulate, encourage and influence. Inspiration doesn’t necessarily come in big packages; it can be the guy who volunteers to be the collar man at a field trial, the person who sweeps the floor at the club, the lady who cooks the fried apple pies and many others who quietly do those little things that makes a big difference. When I see my friend J.E. Childers, almost without fail, he will say, “I appreciate you.” Just those three words are enough to inspire me! It motivates and encourages me to do more. Thank you J.E. for being an inspiration to me as well as others. Challenge simply means to call or summon someone to engage themselves. We should all challenge ourselves to do a little more, a little better and always remember we’re building on a foundation that was laid by our forefathers, dedicated men and women who had a vision. We’re enjoying the fruits of their labors; it’s up to us to be good stewards of that which was entrusted to us. To challenge ourselves to improve on what we have, promote unity and to have a vision of where we’re going and how to get there. In order to do that effectively, we will need to lay aside those things that hinder us such as; selfishness, anger, envy, jealousy, greed, arrogance, ill will, resentment, superiority, and ego. And embrace attributes like joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth and compassion. I know that sounds like church, but for that, I make no apologies. If it works for church, it’ll work for our beagle clubs, associations and federations.

Don’t miss the remainder of this article on page 8 of our May issue!

March Sneak Peek

The Chief and the Marathoner

By Bruce Rood

Most people that know me understand I have hidden a passion for introducing the youth to the adventures of the great outdoors. Every year it seems I’ve gotten many chance to take a friend and his son, daughter or grandchild hunting. This year has been especially enjoyable hunting with my own twelve year old son, Luke. We have spent many days in the field and he was introduced to some new things including duck hunting and coon hunting for the first time. In the coming days we even have plans to attempt to call in a coyote or fox. He has even got to learn some basic trapping techniques. This year has been very special to me and I hope to him as well.

I also got to spend some time with a local hero of mine in the field chasing some rabbits. He is someone I consider a legend in his own right. I’ve been in law enforcement now for over twenty years. I’ve had a very rewarding and enjoyable career. I never wanted to owe anyone a favor for helping me out in my career. I wanted to earn everything I got and I did, except for this man. He is a man who took a chance on a poor kid with no political pull and gave him a job on the department. Chief Charles (Charlie) Hackett did not owe me anything and all he ever asked of me was to do my best.

Chief Hackett was a pioneer in local law enforcement and prior to being the chief served as the assistant chief to Chief Lynn Rudolph. Those two men completely changed the way we as a department conducted business. They are true leaders of men and would lead from the front line with you. He was instrumental in creating community based efforts that are used across the country today. Over the years, I got the chance to rabbit hunt with Charlie and his pack of beagles. Sadly, over time his pack began to dwindle with age until they were all gone. This year I got the chance to return the favor and supply the hounds and we’ve had a few enjoyable hunts. So far all of the hunts have taken place at one of his favorite places that he and another colleague from work have hunted for years. It’s a place called “Holly’s Thicket”.
The first trip into the thicket this year I brought along my son Luke along with a good friend and his son, Jack. Charlie brought his “adopted” grandson Levi. Levi is the son of a friend of Charlie’s and he treats him as his own. We jumped one right out of the gate and within seconds Charlie had two in the bag. He may be a little older now but his aim has not changed. The next one we jumped the dogs ran for well over an hour before it finally holed up. We saw this rabbit on several occasions and it was very large for an eastern cottontail. It sure could run. We ended the day with Levi and Jack bagging their first ever rabbits and had some great dog work. A total of six rabbits were taken in all but I remember that look on Charlie’s face after the big rabbit finally hit the hole. “I sure enjoyed listening to that run” he said with a big grin.

A few weeks later I got the invite to return to Holly’s Thicket with another colleague from work. Guy Trobaugh, and his two boys along with my son. Larry joined us along with David Foster. As soon as we stepped into the thicket the hounds were off again. Again, it was a bigger than normal rabbit and man did it run. I wondered the entire time if this could be the same one I ran a few days earlier with Charlie. We had six hounds down that day and they never let up. They circled that 20 acre thicket several times and even went way off to the adjoining pasture ground almost out of hearing range. He was shot at a few times but always seemed to outsmart us. Finally after almost two and a half hours later he hit a hole. It was the same hole as the previous one I ran with Charlie a few days earlier. The hounds were smoked. That rabbit ran so well and hard we decided to give him a name, the Marathoner. He had all the tools of a marathoner with a lot of stamina to handle the pressure of six hounds non-stop for that long. The only thing he was missing was a bib number and a pair of Saucony tennis shoes.

For the remainder of this article, be sure to check out page 16 of our March issue.

Judges for SPO National 2016


Wayne Thompson (UBGF)
Jeff Sherman (NEGF)

Billy Foster (DSGF)
Tim Kasmarzik (UBGF)
Joe Hodges (DSGF)
Mike Johnson (PBGF)
. . .
Mike Wright (UBGF)
Gary Blevins (DSGF)
The Field Staff of the American Kennel Club has selected the above Judges to Judge the AKC-SPO Championship April 15th &16th 2016 @ Morgen Town KY.

December Sneak Peek

Annie Lost

By Sharon Jean Cale

The full moon of April and the winds of spring brought us to camp. With ice breaking free from the fresh water lake shore the two beagles wagged their tails at the chance of a “run.” A day trip had been planned so with mixed feelings I let the mother and daughter beagles out the door. It is always a gamble letting your dogs run free especially in wilderness areas, but they had been off their runs before always finding their way back. I kept up with them over the beach and through some trails, but soon they outdistanced me, and besides, I had camp chores to do. I heard them baying and yipping as they explored their special haunts.

It was a moist afternoon, full of scents and wind. Rosie, the mother, had a real nose. She was three and was part of a pack even in her youngest days. Her first and only batch of beagle pups netted 4 puppies. Annie, her daughter, was number 3 and dark faced. I was the only one around when she was being born, in a ball, with one eye stretched wide open as if looking at me. I think she picked me in that moment.
After an hour had passed with the sun low in the sky, I took the leashes to find what I was then calling my “devil dogs.” Walking the dirt roads I heard no sign of them. I was confident that I would find them, but the wind took my calls and whistles away.

My friend Frank (a beagle man himself) had called neighbors asking if they’d call if they caught sight of the rascals, and many calls came in with sightings from 2-4 miles away. We did follow-up by taking road trips to boat landings, a boy’s and girl’s camp, the warden’s house, and many other non-descript barren roads, all with no luck.

My irritation gave way to worry. People who had called had tried to lure them into reach by tempting them with hotdogs. No way could people get near them. The beagles would not touch this bait, and we are told that they would always run away. It amazed me to think that people were out in the night looking for them. Calls way into the night were not uncommon or early in the morning. In this wilderness area perhaps six families lived full time, and now we had met them all.

Be sure to check out page 56 of our December issue to view the remainder of this article!