"Hounded" Giclée canvas print: 16"x20", edition size 100 s/n $775 unframed

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My panting captures the final moments in an exciting hunt with Paul Rainey and his dogs.

The year is 1912, and by now Rainey was having a lot of success with his pack of hounds and had just bagged several lions for a client and his wife.

Rainey along with ER M. Shelley was camped just north of Lord Deamere’s estate. Rainey had promised the American Museum of National History a group of lions and decided this would be the time to bag them. Feeling refreshed from two days rest, Shelley and Rainey headed out, taking some eighteen hounds, the native dog handlers following with a similar number of dogs. Two of the strike dogs were allowed to cast about and they soon picked up the scent of lion. As the lead dogs gave tongue, the rest of the hounds were released and soon the entire pack was harking in. The sight and sounds must have been tremendous. They were some eight miles from the foothills of a mountain, galloping hard. The dogs by now were broken in, so there was no risk of them following the scent of other game. Upon reaching the foothills, the pack went from one thicket to another until eventually a big male lion was jumped from his lair – to the sounds of angry growls and yelps the chase was on. Shelley instructed the natives to release the fighting dogs as Rainey rode on to be with the hounds. By the time Shelley got back and rode over the rise, the entire pack was harrying the lion, to sounds of exalted cries and yelps, as he ran from one thicket to another. Finally the dogs stopped him in a clearing. Shelley and Rainey dismounted and tried to get a shot off, but the lion made for heavy cover in a ravine. The hunters were fearful of following the angered beast but crept part way down anyway. But the lion saw them and in its anger ran through the pack of dogs and charged straight for the two hunters. Rainey took the first shot but did not stop the lion. The mighty animal came bounding forward roaring and lashing his tail furiously. Shelley fired as the lion came out from the long grass into the clearing, stopping him in his tracks although the momentum brought him within striking distance.