Hunting the fox in early mist is fun even if Reddie wins. 



Foxing the Fox 



by Franklin M. Reck . . . photographs by John Calkins 



Doc RITCHIE'S two foxhounds are alike only in their black and 

 tan coloring. 



Mike is broad-chested, husky, and tireless. Barney is lanky and 

 indolent, like the hound dog that lay on a cocklebur and howled 

 with pain, but was too lazy to move. Yet, when Mike stirs up a 

 fox, it's always Barney who takes the lead, his indifference gone, 

 his nose to the trail, his "Ow-ow-ow!" echoing through the hills. 



Between them, Barney and Mike are two good reasons why Dr. 

 James Ritchie and his fellow fox hunters in South Lyon, Michi- 

 gan, collect enough bounty each year to throw a couple of feeds 

 for the gang. 



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