Ray&Luie
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Some do this often and others well
The Bellowing Hounds
A cold, Late November Evening; Darkness has already fallen, and the chill of the night frost had settled upon the ground. Two men dressed in there coats and boots reach to un-latch the box and a couple of lean hounds pop there head out of the box, eager to take to the woods, with ears perched, listening to the sounds of the night. After being leased and taken to a small still watered branch the hounds where released and off they went as if they had been catapulted from a spring. After what seemed like the stopping of time, and a hold on the future, the Hounds Simultaneously, begin to give Tong to what appeared to be a medium to cold trail, but as they progressed farther up the stream, they seemed as if they gained momentum like a ball rolling. Finally a short Loose and a quick locate, from one of the lean hounds and the night burst into a loud storm of here he is come and see!
It was almost like a fiery preacher making a point and the deacon saying Amen as he pounded his emotions on the wood. The two men Gather them selves and proceed towards the musical chorus stopping to listen every few steps as the hounds chime to there game. After a short Walk down the side of the Branches edge they come to a standing Bay tree with limbs spreading in all directions, the two men cautiously turn the lamps to the extended limbs and branches searching for eyes, moments after the search began, A loud here he is, ring from one side of the large tree. Good Job, the other Hounds-man applauded his friend; the hounds where leased and praised for there Job well done and the two with there Hounds headed for the Hill smiling with appreciation and a satisfied feeling.
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Well Stanley,this looks like another fine mess you've gotten us into 
Ray Hudson
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