I just recently got back from my very 1st trip to Maine to hunt Hare behind the dogs. I have heard the stories and seen the pictures, so my expectations were high, and Maine didn't disappoint. I traveled up with my "buddies" Jared, John-PA, Barry and his son Connor. With 16 dogs in tow, we pulled out on October 12th for the week.
We arrived mid day on Sunday and had a few cold one's on the deck of the cabin with our friend Steve.
After the long ride we got the dogs staked out so they could stretch their legs.
For anyone that hasn't been there, Maine has some absolutely killer scenery. I couldn't stop looking around at something that wasn't a cube wall the entire time I was up there.
This is possibly one of my favorite shots of the week, taken off of our deck.
Here is our lodge!!! Not really though, we drove past this on the way up, and we decided it was picture worthy.
Hearing the dogs put it on a hare, while staring at this....C'MON MAN!!!
Finally, I did take some hunting/kill pictures.
This is me heading out of the first spot we went to for the week, just enjoying what was in front of me...while looking completely Bada**!
My buddy Jared had never heard a hare chase before, let alone even been in the same woods as a hare. He laid the smack down on the first hare of the trip, a booner.
Here is myself with my first Maine hare. Connor in the 2nd picture with his first Maine hare as well.
John had one trying to get away from him, we had a good laugh on that one.
We decided to take a little break in the woods so Jared and Connor could get a little Internet Hero shot in!
I also took a couple of death pile pictures. We threw 2 grouse into the mix for good measure. They never made it back from the camp skillet.
Mack is ready for more!
Here was a good afternoon with some tired females in the background!
What a change in the dogs from Monday to Friday, they hang it out there everyday, are tired, and still go back for more. I snapped pictures of my hounds Friday after it was all over, down a bunch of weight and a little carnage.
Mallo was faking a leg injury so she could go home and eat waffles.
Smokey wasn't too worse for the wear.
Mack was still breathing, although it involved a bloody nose from a pine branch. Dude loves running into branches.
All in all, we put 35 hare in the game bag. We kept track of the different packs on my Garmin and by the end of the week, the packs had combined for over 122 miles in 5 days. Averaging about 25 miles a day is some flat out runnning.
I like killing hare but even if it was a lower count, my week was still awesome. The dogs absolutely hammered all week long, and I laughed more in 1 week than I have in a long time. You'd swear each of us hated the other guy and his dogs, haha. I listened to dogs all day, ate good food, and ended each one with a few beverages. Well played Maine...I'll be back.