This "Yankee" understands and has no problem using dogs for deer hunting where legal.
There are two sizes of Beagle's, 13" for dogs under 13" and 15" for dogs between 13" and 15". Any dog over 15" is not considered a Beagle by the AKC.
Dogs I Have Known.....
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This "Yankee" understands and has no problem using dogs for deer hunting where legal.
There are two sizes of Beagle's, 13" for dogs under 13" and 15" for dogs between 13" and 15". Any dog over 15" is not considered a Beagle by the AKC.
Alpo
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We had beagles when I was in high school, which was 45, 50 years ago. My memory was saying 10 and 14 inches, but I will happily accept 13 and 15 as the correct numbers.
There are also two types of body styles. You have woods runners, which are basically skinny. Thin rib cages, and narrow between the shoulders and hips. Then you have show dogs, which are big blocky dogs. Much wider in the body.
A lodge brother of my father's raised 15-inch show dogs, and he gave my older brother Sally. For a couple of years my brother made some pretty good money with puppies. One year he bred Sally to a 13-inch woods runner. One of the pups didn't sell, so come December he tied a red ribbon around her neck and gave her to me for Christmas. Judy had her mama's big blocky body, and her daddy's short legs and little head. She was a good dog, but she sure was funny looking.
There are also two types of body styles. You have woods runners, which are basically skinny. Thin rib cages, and narrow between the shoulders and hips. Then you have show dogs, which are big blocky dogs. Much wider in the body.
A lodge brother of my father's raised 15-inch show dogs, and he gave my older brother Sally. For a couple of years my brother made some pretty good money with puppies. One year he bred Sally to a 13-inch woods runner. One of the pups didn't sell, so come December he tied a red ribbon around her neck and gave her to me for Christmas. Judy had her mama's big blocky body, and her daddy's short legs and little head. She was a good dog, but she sure was funny looking.
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hemiram
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My long gone Beagle, Farfel, was the biggest one I've ever seen. He was from a long line of field champion dogs, and he was the runt of runts, not even expected to survive, let alone become a slightly larger clone of his sire. The breeder was mistakenly diagnosed with a fatal illness and he sold almost all his dogs to a pet store chain, where we saw him about a month before my 9th birthday in '65. He was puny compared to his two sisters, and my parents tried to talk me out of picking him, but there was something about him. He had attitude. Within a couple of months, he had caught up with his growth and he continued to keep growing until, as far as Beagles go, he was the biggest I've ever seen, a rock hard 38 pounds of screaming insanity. Until I met his sire, I had never, and still haven't heard a Beagle that sounded anything like him. He was famous for the screaming rages he had, both in and outside the house. Our neighbors on one side loved him, the other side weren't fans of his at all. The T-Rex in Jurassic Park sounds like he was based on Farfel's "War Whoop". It would rattle many of the dogs he met with during his life.
He went on one hunt. A friend's uncle had Beagles, but they were tiny compared to Farfel, who outgunned them in size, strength, and especially, lung power. The other dogs chased rabbits, Farfel caught them and brought you their heads. He hunted on his own in our back yard and my mother couldn't handle it when he brought her a gift of a rabbit's head. I remember being woke up many times, hearing, "Oh no! No Farfel! I don't want it!", and yelling for someone to pick up the head off the kitchen floor. Along with him beheading rabbits, he was known as a local "tough guy" who was more than happy to go at it with the other dogs in the area. At the vet's, he was known as "The screamer" as he made it clear he didn't like being there, and didn't like most of the other dogs in the waiting room. He's the only dog I've owned that I didn't have to eventually have put down. He died a couple of days before his 12th birthday, collapsing after winning another round of conflict with my other Beagle, Rusty, who wasn't nearly the size of Farfel, but was just as happy to go at it as he was. I have to admit, Farfel dying on his own was much better than having to make the decision to put him down. I was a mess for several days after he went. This is the only pic left of him, we lost a huge box of pics when we moved in '82:
He went on one hunt. A friend's uncle had Beagles, but they were tiny compared to Farfel, who outgunned them in size, strength, and especially, lung power. The other dogs chased rabbits, Farfel caught them and brought you their heads. He hunted on his own in our back yard and my mother couldn't handle it when he brought her a gift of a rabbit's head. I remember being woke up many times, hearing, "Oh no! No Farfel! I don't want it!", and yelling for someone to pick up the head off the kitchen floor. Along with him beheading rabbits, he was known as a local "tough guy" who was more than happy to go at it with the other dogs in the area. At the vet's, he was known as "The screamer" as he made it clear he didn't like being there, and didn't like most of the other dogs in the waiting room. He's the only dog I've owned that I didn't have to eventually have put down. He died a couple of days before his 12th birthday, collapsing after winning another round of conflict with my other Beagle, Rusty, who wasn't nearly the size of Farfel, but was just as happy to go at it as he was. I have to admit, Farfel dying on his own was much better than having to make the decision to put him down. I was a mess for several days after he went. This is the only pic left of him, we lost a huge box of pics when we moved in '82:
