Frequently one of these speedy jacks will get in front of the truck and race me up the road, sometimes for quite a long distance. He'll weave back and forth but will stay on the road until a likely turn-out appears and then he'll bound off into the brush and be gone. This particular race was for about half a mile. By the time I got the camera unlimbered we were real close to where he bailed out— up there where the road bends left he decided he liked the looks of things to the right better.
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Yikes! I don't even want to think what seeing a jack running up the road would be like with my Greyhounds in the car.
New windshield, anyone?
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