Captcurt
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My grandfather had a beagle named Elvis that ran rabbits every day. He bragged on ol Elvis to everyone until we took him out with other dogs. Elvis was a loner. Wouldn't hunt with the pack, but would run the hair off of a bunny when he was alone. Then came the day that we shot a rabbit that he was chasing. Elvis left the building, or the field as it were. He was under the truck when we found him. Never did make a gun dog.