Scott Bestul

By Scott Bestul
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He was a little tricolor beagle named after my great-grandfather--a lean, rugged, son of Norway who came to central Wisconsin in the 1880s and homesteaded 160 hardscrabble acres.Great-Grandpa made something out of nothing from that chunk of unforgiving real estate.Realph the beagle could do the same with a bunny track.

My cousin Scott held title to Realph and kept him fed, but no one owned him except the cottontails living on the ground once owned by his namesake.
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So Scott took us all to a little tamarack swamp, where Realph jumped a cottontail from a brushpile.
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If it was late afternoon and Realph wasn't on a track, Scott would just run him down and stuff him--wriggling and squirming--into the game pouch of his hunting coat.Then we'd walk out in the gathering dusk, Realph's head sticking out of the coat, his nose snuffling for scent in pig-like grunts that wouldn't stop until we'd reached the house.
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Thankfully, Scott soon got himself another rabbit dog, giving me an excuse to visit him several times each winter.

By Scott Bestul

By Scott Bestul
...
He was a little tricolor beagle named after my great-grandfather--a lean, rugged, son of Norway who came to central Wisconsin in the 1880s and homesteaded 160 hardscrabble acres.Great-Grandpa made something out of nothing from that chunk of unforgiving real estate.Realph the beagle could do the same with a bunny track.

My cousin Scott held title to Realph and kept him fed, but no one owned him except the cottontails living on the ground once owned by his namesake.
...
So Scott took us all to a little tamarack swamp, where Realph jumped a cottontail from a brushpile.
...
If it was late afternoon and Realph wasn't on a track, Scott would just run him down and stuff him--wriggling and squirming--into the game pouch of his hunting coat.Then we'd walk out in the gathering dusk, Realph's head sticking out of the coat, his nose snuffling for scent in pig-like grunts that wouldn't stop until we'd reached the house.
...
Thankfully, Scott soon got himself another rabbit dog, giving me an excuse to visit him several times each winter.

By Scott Bestul
...
He was a little tricolor beagle named after my great-grandfather--a lean, rugged, son of Norway who came to central Wisconsin in the 1880s and homesteaded 160 hardscrabble acres.Great-Grandpa made something out of nothing from that chunk of unforgiving real estate.Realph the beagle could do the same with a bunny track.

My cousin Scott held title to Realph and kept him fed, but no one owned him except the cottontails living on the ground once owned by his namesake.
...
So Scott took us all to a little tamarack swamp, where Realph jumped a cottontail from a brushpile.
...
If it was late afternoon and Realph wasn't on a track, Scott would just run him down and stuff him--wriggling and squirming--into the game pouch of his hunting coat.Then we'd walk out in the gathering dusk, Realph's head sticking out of the coat, his nose snuffling for scent in pig-like grunts that wouldn't stop until we'd reached the house.
...
Thankfully, Scott soon got himself another rabbit dog, giving me an excuse to visit him several times each winter.