December 19, 1997 |
The hounds dive into the hole. They've got their snouts down in the dirt, and they're digging, scratching, squirming, trying to squeeze into a groundhog tunnel that's way too small. The fox is down there. They can smell him. It's a rich, pungent scent, somewhere between skunk and moldy cellar. They've followed that scent for a couple of miles, yapping and barking all the way. The fox led them across Goose Creek and into a cow pasture on the Mellon estate near Middleburg, Va.