I grew up in a world where anyone that would chase a deer with a dog was as low as you can get. And any dog that was caught in the woods chasing deer was probably shot.

Then I moved to Georgia. One of the 3 clubs I joined was a "Dog Club". Why would I join? Because they had 20,000 acres and it cost me $50 a year. The head of the club was the regional guy for St Regis Paper Company. We had 50 members. They lived for the 2 weeks of dog season. For the bow season there were 5 or 6 of us that hunted the 20,000 acres.

They kept after me to come dog hunt. To play nice and fit in I went when the season opened. What a hoot. It was somewhere between story tellin', Charlie Chaplain and the Keystone Cops with a Chinese firedrill thrown in. AND NOPE... it dang sure wasn't easy. Probably never had more than 25 people at a time. Burned a lot of gas and shoe leather. Oh we got some deer.....but what a riot. Different kind of hunting an a Southern tradition.