Tony i have the same memories. Those are the good ones. I know i will never forget my nights of sitting and listening to Tom Roy telling the stories of 'ol Pepto, or True Love. On nights like those, when the air was still, and even the crickets and bull frogs seemed to quiet down to listen to the sound of the pack sing by, nothing else in the world seemed to matter, and all your troubles are forgoten.
But on the other hand, we do get a little wierd from time to time! You know you are a houndsmen when you have a picture on your phone of your dogs back end with the tail held in the air, just to send to your friends the day before a big hunt, with the words
"show this to your hounds so they know what they will be looking at all day!"