"First, I gotta kill all the foxes..."
I met a man walking with two beagles the other day along the towpath on the Erie Canal. Both dogs were wired up to a radio transmitting electrical shocking devise. I asked the dog's owner who was uttering quick, deep voiced, sharp commands to the dogs who, for all I could tell, ignored him. When I asked what he hoped his dogs would do for him he said, "rabbits."
I asked, admittedly facetiously, if they found many rabbits on the canal bank. He just as tersely told me, "too many fox."
" A shame," I agreed, "there are a lot of fox this year." It's true, although I've found no one able to tell me why.
"But I got a 150 acres a friend is gonna let me use to hunt rabbits. But first I gotta kill the foxes."