re: Fill me in on the sport of hunting deer with dogs

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respect your neighbors

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Which is exactly what dog hunters DON’T do.

“Duh dawg ain’t read!”

For those that dog hunt for deer. Suppose you had 1 “very good” deer dog. How much ground could he cover to be hunted in one morning? I’m trying to understand how many dogs are necessary to be effective on a certain # of acres.

I think it is great on national forest land or huge leases that can contain most races.

It is a pure form of true hunting. I don't have dogs of my own, but respect the sport itself. You have to know the land enough to predict where the race will go. You have to listen and react, or read the GPS and react. My land is partly surrounded by national forest lands where deer hounding is common. Plenty of races pass through my place, but it doesn't bother me; I just adjust my hunting to the situation. I've killed several deer from those dogs. If I can catch the dogs after a kill, I do that and bring them to the nearest road.

The main thing I don't like is when the hunters line the roads with guns ready, that does not feel safe when driving through. I have not had trouble with the dog hunters trespassing, and I don't mind the dogs. The hunting part is fun. Searching for the dogs afterwards looks like a bitch.

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sport of hunting deer with dogs

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First you’re a dumb redneck, then you get drunk with friends and do dumb redneck things.

Three Buck Bayou Hunting Club was close to 20,000 acres in size. You could literally walk all day and not cross a road of any kind. The landscape was made up of large timber, thick palmetto flats, sloughs, brakes, natural lakes and the Tensas River.

These areas were often difficult to access due to high water and gumbo mud that in a day before ATV’s and UTV’s often times required horses to cover distances.

My Grandfather owned three horses and dogs, and he lived to turn his dogs out of the pen, mount his favorite horse and lead the pack of hounds out of camp yard and into the swamp.

Long before daylight members of the club would stop by his camp to find out where my Grandfather would “turn out” and where he felt the hunters would need to be. In those days very few men carried rifles afield. A 12 gauge loaded with buckshot, plug removed was the most lethal weapon for running deer in thick brush.

Does were off limits, even in “doe days”, and if the buck had a visible horn, he was fair game. No one hunted for bone, they hunted for food, camaraderie, fellowship and fun. The tactics weren’t as important as they are today. There was no division amongst hunters in regard to how someone chose to hunt.

In the mornings we ran dogs, in the afternoons we would climb atop homemade wooden ladder stands and watch thick ridges as deer returned to their home ranges.

As a child I lived to ride the horse with my Grandfather, the dogs striking out in front of us, eventually jumping deer. In the swamp the 100 year old hardwoods surrounded by water helped to create a symphony of barks, whines and snarls as the deer trotted along a few hundred yards in front of the dogs.

But it wasn’t the deer fleeing the pack we searched for, instead it was the quiet “slippers”, the deer smart enough to lay down, letting the pack pass them only to return in the direction they had originally come from. That’s where the riders would most often intercept them.

Want to talk about “sporty”? Imagine shooting a running deer with a shotgun off the back of a horse. I watched my Grandfather do it several times.

Dog hunting never was about the tactic or the camo or the brand of gun or what others thought. It was simply about using the most proficient means of killing deer.

Times have changed, properties are much smaller now and hunters have changed their tactics to take advantage of those smaller tracts of timber.

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Fuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk you Bring me nilgai hunting But frickkkkkkkkkkk you. The men I dog hunted with were anything but low class.

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I’m very lucky to have what I have.


Dog hunters are fricking trash.

I’d shoot the dog owner vs the dog.

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You baws don’t have a clue.

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Don’t have a clue about what?


I’ve hunted Arizona, North and South Carolina, Louisiana, and Texas.

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I’ve hunted Arizona, N and S Carolina, Louisiana and Texas

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is this list meant to impress me?

God bless you, Junior.

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