Immediately west of the thickets lining Indian Creek about 1/2 mile south of the house is “The Hollow”. We seldom hunt “The Hollow” so it is a quiet place frequented mostly by deer and an occasional coyote. Jan and I buried our 1st Britt, Jessie in this quiet spot 12 years ago and since then have sprinkled the ashes of six dogs belonging to family and close friends.
“we keep listening for faint murmurs when we pass through but hear none…they must be hunting in a special place or on a long quiet point…and now in morning’s pre- dawn, if you look carefully, you’ll see an image gliding effortlessly across the hollow ..the sun will come up to drape the image revealing a dog staunch on point…stopped in mid stride..head and tail up..eyes intent and clear as if he were a pup again…The Ole Boy has arrived”
Dogs in The Hollow
Jessie … relentless hunter, often on her own. DOB 3/9/82 DOD 4/6/96
Joey … soft dog, our first Tournament Champion. DOB 2/28/90 DOD 6/12/99
Kodie … Best wild bird stalker, worst retriever. DOB 4/10/94 DOD 4/12/04
Rudy… excellent hunter, best tracker, big runner.
Huntz … good close hunter, big boy.
Béla … sadly a short life, good hunting dog , and a great beauty. DOB 6/30/01 DOD 6/24/04
Dusty…pretty much the best at everything, a good ole boy. DOB 4/5/01 DOD 3/27/12
