17/11/2010.
6:30 Am. I’m up and out the door with my 24tts Brindle lurcher bitch Meg and 5 month old terrier pup Midge. It’s still dark, and the feeling of the unknown hits me, followed by the excitement of not knowing what’s to come.
After a quick walk round the corner and into the first field of the day, the quarry is sighted! The lurcher is off and straight onto it, a sharp turn and stumble sets Meg back but it’s not long before she’s back in for a final strike. A bit of a hard hit, but its one in the bag and retrieved, along with the terrier, to hand. The lurcher’s put on