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Hunting Dog Stories
Posted on 2/16/16 at 9:38 am
Posted on 2/16/16 at 9:38 am
I've been reading "Where the Red Fern Grows" to my kids every night, and they are loving it.
Last night the boy asks me if I ever had a "huntin' dog," and I remembered that I did, for a day. So I told them the story.
I used to hunt with my great uncle when I was 10-14, and he proved a good teacher, but I realize now that he was probably a bit in need of learning himself.
Eventually, he decided I needed a rabbit dog. So, we found someone selling trained dogs in the paper and arranged a sale. We drove 2hrs, paid the owner, and put the dog in the truck.
I was incredibly excited.
2hrs later, we get home, and let the dog out. The dog runs into the woods. I say, "where's he going?" My uncle assures me he'll be back.
I never saw that dog again
But I did find out a few months later that local teenagers had been following him ~40 acres away and successfully killing rabbits.
I'm sure there's some good dog stories on here.
Last night the boy asks me if I ever had a "huntin' dog," and I remembered that I did, for a day. So I told them the story.
I used to hunt with my great uncle when I was 10-14, and he proved a good teacher, but I realize now that he was probably a bit in need of learning himself.
Eventually, he decided I needed a rabbit dog. So, we found someone selling trained dogs in the paper and arranged a sale. We drove 2hrs, paid the owner, and put the dog in the truck.
I was incredibly excited.
2hrs later, we get home, and let the dog out. The dog runs into the woods. I say, "where's he going?" My uncle assures me he'll be back.
I never saw that dog again
But I did find out a few months later that local teenagers had been following him ~40 acres away and successfully killing rabbits.
I'm sure there's some good dog stories on here.
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Posted on 2/16/16 at 9:40 am to LSUfan20005
Assuming it was a beagle?
Posted on 2/16/16 at 9:55 am to LSUfan20005
Sorry for your loss but that is damn funny.
Posted on 2/16/16 at 10:15 am to LSUfan20005
quote:one of favorites growing up
"Where the Red Fern Grows"
Posted on 2/16/16 at 10:21 am to LSUfan20005
Our Doctor bought a high powered bird dog back in the 60s for high dollar. It was collar trained. Took the dog out with some friends to show it off, and the dog was having a bad day. The dr. hit the burn button and the dog still wouldn't respond. The dr. kept burning the dog until the dog ran so far off the transmitter was no longer effective. He never saw that dog again.
Posted on 2/16/16 at 12:42 pm to LSUfan20005
I was in high school when I got my first lab. His name was duke and cost $20 as he was a "pure" lab. I trained him myself but knew nothing about training. Went hunting 1 evening and shot a wood duck. Duke took off and I could hear him splashing in this rice field for 15-20 minutes. He was all offer. Forgot to say wood duck was shot a little late in the evening so it was a little hard to see him in the dark. Haha. Everything got quiet and I started calling duke. He finally came out of the rice field with wood duck in mouth. I grab the duck but didn't see it was alive. I put it down with the others and it went right back of me in bayou and dove. Never saw it again. I wish I had a picture of duke's face when that happened. I think he lost respect for me at that moment.
Posted on 2/16/16 at 12:54 pm to LSUfan20005
So many good ones. I grew up hunting with dogs and still do. Working dogs are one of my biggest passions even though they piss me off to no end.
Posted on 2/16/16 at 2:36 pm to LSUfan20005
I was duck hunting Steele Bayou in Mississippi a few years ago with a friend. I arrived at the camp at about 5:00 and woke Wayne up. We got in the Polaris and took off. He stopped at a nearby camp and I asked why, he replied we were getting a lab to work for a friend. Well we put Bo, (a big black male lab) in the kennel and were on our way. Wayne was drinking beer at 5:30 am and crashing through the Steele Bayou swamp on the way to the blind. We arrived at the blind, got our gear out and got settled. Ducks were flying, everything was right. Wayne asked me..."Where is Bo?" I replied "I guess in the kennel." Wayne asked me to go get the dog. I walked to the polaris and there was no kennel and no Bo. I walked back and sat down and Wayne asked "Where is the dog" I replied, "I guess he didn't like your driving" There was no Bo, no kennel no nothing in the bed of the polaris. Well we had to backtrack and find the dog. I wanted to wait, but Wayne thought not. We come up to a deep hole and there was about 8 inches of the kennel above the water line. There was Bo with only his head above water. He was too heavy to pick up in the Kennel so I stepped to the side and unlatched the door. Bo took off like I shocked him with a cattle prod. He ran all the way back to his camp, (about 2 miles). When arrived back at camp the owner had awakened and Bo was asleep on the deck. He asked how the dog did and we said he did great, blind retrieves, hand signals...you name it. Bo's owner asked us to take back the next day. Well the next morning, we stopped at the camp to get Bo and he would not let us out of the polaris. Bo had had enough of the kennel and that polaris.
Posted on 2/16/16 at 6:57 pm to LSUfan20005
Over the years my family has had just about every type of hunting dog imaginable. Coon, deer, rabbit, squirrel, bird, fox.
I don't have any funny stories though. But lots of good memories. Makes me sad that my beagles are older and can't run much anymore.
I don't have any funny stories though. But lots of good memories. Makes me sad that my beagles are older and can't run much anymore.
Posted on 2/16/16 at 7:05 pm to LSUfan20005
quote:
he decided I needed a rabbit dog.
How do you make the rabbit stay still while in the spotlight if a dog is chasing it?
Posted on 2/16/16 at 10:13 pm to LSUfan20005
Back around Thanksgiving, a brown hound showed up at our house. My 14 year old son immediately named the dog "Muffin", thinking that if she had a name it would be harder for Mom and Dad to refuse her. We already have 3 dogs plus 2 of neighbors that practically live with ours...Muffin didn't endear herself to my wife by chewing up the backdoor mat on night number one. We tried in vain to find Muffin a home, but no takers so she sort of settled in to the pack by default. She showed signs of being a squirrel dog by treeing a squirrel or two in the yard.
Fast forward to last week, long after Muffin was a part of the family, when my first cousin heard of a Wounded Warrior squirrel hunt in the Tensas NWR....he thought that we were still looking for a home for Muffin, so he just picked her up on a Thursday without notice to anyone and delivered the "squirrel dog" Muffin to the hunt, 50 miles from my home, thinking that a Warrior would want her. We noticed that young Muffin was missing over the weekend and, after searching high and low around the house, discovered what had happened on Monday. However, there was a problem.....seems Muffin did fine on her trial hunt on Friday, treeing a squirrel almost immediately. However, when the shotgun fired, Muffin vanished into the wilderness in terror.
When I learned of Muffin's fate on Monday, I was really saddened and couldn't bear the thought of the hapless hound lost in the TNWR....and dreaded keeping the secret of the loss of Muffin from my kids, especially my 12 year old daughter. So, late on Monday pm, I headed for the refuge towards a camp near where the dog had been lost. I had called the son of the camp owner earlier on Monday and, miraculously, as I approached Warsaw, I got a call back from him indicating that he had found a dog about 10 miles from the camp that might be Muffin. After meeting him at the Warsaw Bar parking lot, I was elated to find that it was indeed miraculous Muffin. She cried from the Warsaw Bar to Delhi.....very grateful to be recovered! I wish that muffin would have had a Go-pro on her head for the entire incident, from the squirrel hunt on Friday to her rescue at dark on Monday!
Fast forward to last week, long after Muffin was a part of the family, when my first cousin heard of a Wounded Warrior squirrel hunt in the Tensas NWR....he thought that we were still looking for a home for Muffin, so he just picked her up on a Thursday without notice to anyone and delivered the "squirrel dog" Muffin to the hunt, 50 miles from my home, thinking that a Warrior would want her. We noticed that young Muffin was missing over the weekend and, after searching high and low around the house, discovered what had happened on Monday. However, there was a problem.....seems Muffin did fine on her trial hunt on Friday, treeing a squirrel almost immediately. However, when the shotgun fired, Muffin vanished into the wilderness in terror.
When I learned of Muffin's fate on Monday, I was really saddened and couldn't bear the thought of the hapless hound lost in the TNWR....and dreaded keeping the secret of the loss of Muffin from my kids, especially my 12 year old daughter. So, late on Monday pm, I headed for the refuge towards a camp near where the dog had been lost. I had called the son of the camp owner earlier on Monday and, miraculously, as I approached Warsaw, I got a call back from him indicating that he had found a dog about 10 miles from the camp that might be Muffin. After meeting him at the Warsaw Bar parking lot, I was elated to find that it was indeed miraculous Muffin. She cried from the Warsaw Bar to Delhi.....very grateful to be recovered! I wish that muffin would have had a Go-pro on her head for the entire incident, from the squirrel hunt on Friday to her rescue at dark on Monday!
Posted on 2/17/16 at 9:53 am to LSUfan20005
I lost my lab, Zoey, back about 4 years ago.
Her first real retrieve was back in 2003. My dad, LSUCouyon, had made the trip up. We were headed to the LSU-Ole Miss game. I wanted to show off my fancy trained Lab.
One of our group had knocked down a big green head. She marked perfectly and with a nervous "Zoey!" I sent her on her way. She bolted out of the blind like a shot, me with a proud grin on my face. Just as she was about to pick up the bird, he decided he wasn't quite done. He flapped and kicked and she balked at the idea that I wanted her to actually pick this thing up. "Fetch" I said. I got the very definition of a "WTF? look" from her. I yelled "Fetch!" a couple of more times, getting madder with each command. I finally had to ring his neck and throw it for her but she performed flawlessly the rest of the day.
She was a good one that always wanted to please.
Good ones are hard to replace and I still can't make myself get another.
Her first real retrieve was back in 2003. My dad, LSUCouyon, had made the trip up. We were headed to the LSU-Ole Miss game. I wanted to show off my fancy trained Lab.
One of our group had knocked down a big green head. She marked perfectly and with a nervous "Zoey!" I sent her on her way. She bolted out of the blind like a shot, me with a proud grin on my face. Just as she was about to pick up the bird, he decided he wasn't quite done. He flapped and kicked and she balked at the idea that I wanted her to actually pick this thing up. "Fetch" I said. I got the very definition of a "WTF? look" from her. I yelled "Fetch!" a couple of more times, getting madder with each command. I finally had to ring his neck and throw it for her but she performed flawlessly the rest of the day.
She was a good one that always wanted to please.
Good ones are hard to replace and I still can't make myself get another.
Posted on 2/17/16 at 10:48 am to LSUfan20005
One day back when I was in high school I decided to make a rabbit hunt after school let out. I took our beagle, Dusty, who was also an indoor lap dog, to the woods behind our house.
After a while he gets on a trail of what was obviously an old, wiley swamp rabbit...that thing took Dusty on a quarter mile long, irregular loop. Eventually I could hear Dusty getting back closer to where the rabbit was jumped so I moved into a position to intercept it, but by this time the sun was getting real low. Then the dog goes silent and I figure now's a good time to go ahead and call it a day.
So I start calling and hollering for Dusty to come on. No dice. I keep yelling for another 20 minutes or so and it's just about dark when he starts yipping again, pretty close too. Suddenly from my right this huge rabbit comes bolting out of the brush and goes flying to my left. I had just enough time to throw up the gun in its direction and squeeze off a blast, but no time to aim. The rabbit kept going into a huge green brier patch. Oh well, I missed, just gotta make sure when Dusty comes following the trail that I'm able to grab him so we can go home.
A few seconds later here comes Dusty hot on the trail. I squat down to snatch his collar but he jukes me to the left and disappears into the briers.
shite!
I'm calling and yelling and cursing for him to get his arse back when he goes silent. I keep calling and yelling and my voice is just about shot. So I'm pissed off and trying to figure out how I'm going to find him in the dark woods when out of the brier patch comes Dusty with that big old rabbit in his mouth, drops him at my feet, gives it a lick or two around the 1 pellet wound that was in its chest, and starts walking towards the house.
Never had or heard of a beagle fetch a rabbit before or since. He was a good one.
After a while he gets on a trail of what was obviously an old, wiley swamp rabbit...that thing took Dusty on a quarter mile long, irregular loop. Eventually I could hear Dusty getting back closer to where the rabbit was jumped so I moved into a position to intercept it, but by this time the sun was getting real low. Then the dog goes silent and I figure now's a good time to go ahead and call it a day.
So I start calling and hollering for Dusty to come on. No dice. I keep yelling for another 20 minutes or so and it's just about dark when he starts yipping again, pretty close too. Suddenly from my right this huge rabbit comes bolting out of the brush and goes flying to my left. I had just enough time to throw up the gun in its direction and squeeze off a blast, but no time to aim. The rabbit kept going into a huge green brier patch. Oh well, I missed, just gotta make sure when Dusty comes following the trail that I'm able to grab him so we can go home.
A few seconds later here comes Dusty hot on the trail. I squat down to snatch his collar but he jukes me to the left and disappears into the briers.
shite!
I'm calling and yelling and cursing for him to get his arse back when he goes silent. I keep calling and yelling and my voice is just about shot. So I'm pissed off and trying to figure out how I'm going to find him in the dark woods when out of the brier patch comes Dusty with that big old rabbit in his mouth, drops him at my feet, gives it a lick or two around the 1 pellet wound that was in its chest, and starts walking towards the house.
Never had or heard of a beagle fetch a rabbit before or since. He was a good one.
Posted on 2/17/16 at 11:04 am to LSUfan20005
I have 2 of my favorites from my duck dog Colt
1. hunting flooded cypress but the water was pretty low. We crippled a big green head and he swam into a hollowed out cypress stump that was about 150 feet from where we were. I didn't want to send Colt, but it was the first duck of the day and he couldn't hold back any longer lol. He swims out and gets to the stump but cannot get to the bird. Im calling him back but he isnt coming back without this duck. He's barking and clawing at the stump as im trying to get the canoe (im was scared he would get in stump and not be able to get out). As I get the canoe in the water here he comes swimming back with the duck in his mouth, im still not exactly sure how he got it out.
2. Same location as story #1. shoot and wound yet another greeny. Colt goes to get him but the duck swims away from him and heads straight back to the little island we were on. the duck was out swimming Colt, but as soon as the Duck hit dry land, Colt caught up to him and mauled his arse
He has also stuck his entire head under water a few times in the marsh and rice field to get a duck thats trying to get away. I always think that is pretty cool
1. hunting flooded cypress but the water was pretty low. We crippled a big green head and he swam into a hollowed out cypress stump that was about 150 feet from where we were. I didn't want to send Colt, but it was the first duck of the day and he couldn't hold back any longer lol. He swims out and gets to the stump but cannot get to the bird. Im calling him back but he isnt coming back without this duck. He's barking and clawing at the stump as im trying to get the canoe (im was scared he would get in stump and not be able to get out). As I get the canoe in the water here he comes swimming back with the duck in his mouth, im still not exactly sure how he got it out.
2. Same location as story #1. shoot and wound yet another greeny. Colt goes to get him but the duck swims away from him and heads straight back to the little island we were on. the duck was out swimming Colt, but as soon as the Duck hit dry land, Colt caught up to him and mauled his arse
He has also stuck his entire head under water a few times in the marsh and rice field to get a duck thats trying to get away. I always think that is pretty cool
This post was edited on 2/17/16 at 11:05 am
Posted on 2/17/16 at 3:25 pm to LSUfan20005
Back in ancient times when I was about 18, I paid $65 for a registered beagle. I already had 2, but felt I needed that one also. Bought it in the spring and ran my 3 dogs then and late evenings in the summer.
Could not wait to try my "pack" out hunting during the season as they ran so well together. Opening weekend, I went alone, as i didn't know how they would run with my cousin's dogs.
Right off the bat, my jump dog, Sandy, a gyp, cold trailed for a few minutes and then the chase was on. New Dog Stub was all in there with Sandy and Rock as he had been all spring and summer.
I shoot the rabbit and Stub disappears !! I spend the next 2 hours trying to find him after putting the other 2 up.
That SOB was as gun shy as anything I have ever seen. It was like he was a deer when he heard a gunshot. I tried all remedies and never broke him.
That November, I was hunting with my cousin and I shot the last rabbit I ever saw him run. He was leading the pack the whole race. I shot the rabbit 50 yards in front of the pack and all the dogs came up except Stub. Last time I ever saw him. I left some feed and a shirt I had worn out in the area I had lost him and he never turned up. Someone in lower St. Bernard Parish probably had a rabbit-runnin, gun shy mfer of a dog after that.
Could not wait to try my "pack" out hunting during the season as they ran so well together. Opening weekend, I went alone, as i didn't know how they would run with my cousin's dogs.
Right off the bat, my jump dog, Sandy, a gyp, cold trailed for a few minutes and then the chase was on. New Dog Stub was all in there with Sandy and Rock as he had been all spring and summer.
I shoot the rabbit and Stub disappears !! I spend the next 2 hours trying to find him after putting the other 2 up.
That SOB was as gun shy as anything I have ever seen. It was like he was a deer when he heard a gunshot. I tried all remedies and never broke him.
That November, I was hunting with my cousin and I shot the last rabbit I ever saw him run. He was leading the pack the whole race. I shot the rabbit 50 yards in front of the pack and all the dogs came up except Stub. Last time I ever saw him. I left some feed and a shirt I had worn out in the area I had lost him and he never turned up. Someone in lower St. Bernard Parish probably had a rabbit-runnin, gun shy mfer of a dog after that.
Posted on 2/17/16 at 3:36 pm to LSUfan20005
Red Fern was my favorite book ever and probably the reason I always have a hunting dog
I had a Lab that was an FC AFC. A salesman I dealt with told me that he heard that Field trial dogs could not hunt. I agreed that some do not hunt, but a vast majority can and mine really could. He said he would book a hunt to go goose hunting and for me to bring my dog.
That morning the specks were raining down on us. Then a group of snows/blues comes over, knocked one down but another glided several hundred yards away. The guide said dont worry about that one. Went back to shooting specks.
We killed the limit of specks. Guide asked if we would pick up the decoys, he was going to walk to get the snow that sailed. The wind was blowing hard right to left and told him I would send my dog. The guide laughed and said you dont have an idea about how far that is in a rice field. I laughed and sent the dog. Probably every bit of 400 yds maybe more. He crossed the levee out of sight and about 3 minutes later came back with the white goose in his mouth.
I knew he would get downwind of it by running that far. We ran way worse blinds in the trials.
Got back to lodge and ended up running about 20 blind retrieves so everyone there could watch him handle.
He died of cancer about 6 years ago but every year for duck season I tell my wife how much I miss him. I dont think I will ever again own one that good. I have had a lot of dogs and ran trials for 14 years. He was by far the best one I ever had.
I had a Lab that was an FC AFC. A salesman I dealt with told me that he heard that Field trial dogs could not hunt. I agreed that some do not hunt, but a vast majority can and mine really could. He said he would book a hunt to go goose hunting and for me to bring my dog.
That morning the specks were raining down on us. Then a group of snows/blues comes over, knocked one down but another glided several hundred yards away. The guide said dont worry about that one. Went back to shooting specks.
We killed the limit of specks. Guide asked if we would pick up the decoys, he was going to walk to get the snow that sailed. The wind was blowing hard right to left and told him I would send my dog. The guide laughed and said you dont have an idea about how far that is in a rice field. I laughed and sent the dog. Probably every bit of 400 yds maybe more. He crossed the levee out of sight and about 3 minutes later came back with the white goose in his mouth.
I knew he would get downwind of it by running that far. We ran way worse blinds in the trials.
Got back to lodge and ended up running about 20 blind retrieves so everyone there could watch him handle.
He died of cancer about 6 years ago but every year for duck season I tell my wife how much I miss him. I dont think I will ever again own one that good. I have had a lot of dogs and ran trials for 14 years. He was by far the best one I ever had.
Posted on 2/17/16 at 4:18 pm to LSUfan20005
Was duck hunting with my Black lab when she was about 3 years old. At that point in her live she was a damn good reteriver, didn't make very many mistakes so when she picked up a snow and started running 180 degrees in the wrong direction I was surprised. I started blowing my whistle to call her back in and when she turned around I saw that the gooses wing was fully covering her face. She had no idea what direction to run so had to blow whistle entire way back for her. We had a good laugh watching that.
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