As I slide Pastor Bob Ford a fresh PBR, I notice that his hands look like he’d just wrestled a meat grinder. The day before, Ford had shredded his hands on cactus and barbwire while chasing mountain ...

Oh them doggies. I love them so. The rabbit season is upon us, and beagles are the stars. Beagles with good bloodlines are born to hunt rabbits. “Training a well bred beagle is mostly correcting its ...

The North Mountain Beagle Club held a Fun Hunt Sept. 9 on a parcel of property along the Cowpasture River outside of Clifton Forge. The club hunts rabbit using beagles which have a natural nose for ...

Beagles and bunnies go together; they always have. They also bring families together. Lancaster's John Houser, 46, learned rabbit hunting from his great-grandfather. When Houser described the ...

My hunting buddy’s shouts were measured and rhythmic. He repeated the words over and again, giving emphasis when he stepped in, likely looking for pieces of cover. When he reached something he thought ...

HAZEN -- NASCAR has nothing on a good rabbit race. The highly anticipated event took place Feb. 8 in Prairie County on a farm owned by Harlan Caviness, proprietor of Caviness Cattle and Quail. The ...

I don’t like to hunt with a hungry man,” Dungee Taylor says. He’s a bull-sized fellow, bald, with one foot in the briers and a grin on his face, but I can read between the lines. His comment is both a ...

Handler Brad Cameron of Warren, left, and Trumbull County Beagle Club President Michael Fusco, and other dog handlers watch as beagles from left Swirl, Willie and Sandy are let lose to sniff out ...

Because it has big, sad, dark eyes and jowls that form a frowny mouth, the beagle ranks high on the cuteness meter. Its floppy ears, wet nose and jolly temperament contribute to the reasons why ...

This story originally ran in the December 1963 issue of Outdoor Life under the title “Christmas Hasenpfeffer.” Some mornings are made for hound-dog music and this one in late December was as perfect ...

As the rabbit neared the second swamp thicket, racing across the open, Marquan Brown fired again, on the run, 12- gauge to his shoulder, like a tank gunner on the move. Pellets kicked up dust behind, ...