Doc and Edna Gailey
with Doc's Fox Hounds
Fanny is the star of this photo!
My mother's daddy and my grandpa loved to go fox hunting. He would take his fox hounds out along the country roads, pick out a spot down by the Brazos River and meet his friends for a night of conversation, a plug of tobacco and listening to the dogs baying at the foxes as they chased them across the fields. They did not carry any guns and did not catch the foxes. They were usually quick enough and wily enough to escape the dogs.
A lot of Saturday mornings the dogs had not come back to camp and Doc would have to go back to the area where they were let out of the truck and "call" them. He used an old fashioned horn made from a cow's horn. I can hear it now if I'm quiet enough! I think my cousin now has Doc's horn - I hope so. I hate to think it has been lost or went to someone who didn't know and love my Grandpa.
My husband, Bob, went with Doc and his son-in-law, Raymond, once for a night of fox hunting. He came back shaking his head and told me he just didn't understand it. All they did was sit around by the campfire and talk. He never was much of an outdoorsman!
I put Raymond's bio here on Genealogy Traces and he describes how he came to name one of his fox hounds. He and some friends had driven down from Oklahoma to the Dallas Centennial and enjoyed all the shows. They were all pretty taken with a dancer called “Flaming Fanny”. When they left
Raymond said they named their car “Flaming Fanny” and years later he had a fox hound (and a good one) whose name was “Flaming Fanny”. Click here and read his very interesting bio written in his own hand. Dallas
The picture above was taken during one of those rare snows in north central Texas. This one was in 1965. That snowfall record was broken just this year at Christmas. Grandma and Doc don't look like they were dressed for it, do they?