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re: Hunting Dog Stories
Posted on 2/17/16 at 9:53 am to LSUfan20005
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.
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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 11:31 am to Merica
I had a yellow lab that, even though she came from championship breeding, was a washout at a local trainer. When I took her to him she already would retrieve ducks and follow basic hand signals, but was not "broken" yet. I had to go pick her up after a month or so because the training used involved what I found out was much electrical stimulation. She even bit one of the trainers and caused several stitches in her forearm.
Nevertheless, she was my dog and I loved her. I was intent on carrying her in the blind even though she would break on the shot. I usually leashed her in the box to avoid this, and she picked up over 1000 ducks in her 10 year career. In 2005 the specklebelly population was pretty good where we hunted in Monterey, and unlike the subsequent years they liked our field and would work pretty good.
My most memorable retrieve was one morning when Molly wasn't leashed, and several specks floated over fairly high from the front. After sky blasting them directly overhead and getting a couple, Molly broke from the blind and bolted straight behind us. I looked in the direction she was going and noticed that one of the remaining geese was sailing and slightly dropping. Molly was locked in on it and running full speed across the muddy field. When the goose finally landed I thought there was no way she would make the retrieve, which was at least 400 yards across a 40 acre field. As she got closer I could see the goose running with it's head up and Molly in hot pursuit. She rolled the goose and fought it for a few seconds before turning to head back to the blind. She was so far that she had lost the location of the blind and I had to blow the whistle so she could find us.
Needless to say I was pretty proud that day, and she wound up that season retrieving 57 geese (which was pretty good numbers considering we only hunted weekends). My hunting buddies all laughed at Molly and me most of the time, but they sure enjoyed not having to get out of the blind, and I sure enjoyed her.
She died at the age of 12 and my enthusiasm for duck hunting declined big time without her.
Nevertheless, she was my dog and I loved her. I was intent on carrying her in the blind even though she would break on the shot. I usually leashed her in the box to avoid this, and she picked up over 1000 ducks in her 10 year career. In 2005 the specklebelly population was pretty good where we hunted in Monterey, and unlike the subsequent years they liked our field and would work pretty good.
My most memorable retrieve was one morning when Molly wasn't leashed, and several specks floated over fairly high from the front. After sky blasting them directly overhead and getting a couple, Molly broke from the blind and bolted straight behind us. I looked in the direction she was going and noticed that one of the remaining geese was sailing and slightly dropping. Molly was locked in on it and running full speed across the muddy field. When the goose finally landed I thought there was no way she would make the retrieve, which was at least 400 yards across a 40 acre field. As she got closer I could see the goose running with it's head up and Molly in hot pursuit. She rolled the goose and fought it for a few seconds before turning to head back to the blind. She was so far that she had lost the location of the blind and I had to blow the whistle so she could find us.
Needless to say I was pretty proud that day, and she wound up that season retrieving 57 geese (which was pretty good numbers considering we only hunted weekends). My hunting buddies all laughed at Molly and me most of the time, but they sure enjoyed not having to get out of the blind, and I sure enjoyed her.
She died at the age of 12 and my enthusiasm for duck hunting declined big time without her.
Posted on 2/17/16 at 12:06 pm to SCwTiger
My dad had a female black lab named Ali. That was the most hyper puppy I have ever seen. We hunt a 35 acre crawfish pond with trees around it. We didn't have to watch in the sky, just watch Ali's ears. If there was a duck around her ears would perk up.
Anyway we were hunting one day, about 6 of us in the blind when a drove of about 15-20 ringnecks buzzed the decoys, we called and they came. We shot and 10-12 fell all over the decoys, we shot a few cripples. WHen Ali took off she went the opposite way of where the ducks fell. My dad starting hollering at her telling her no, you stupid black sonofabitch!! She kept swimming, got on the levee and into the trees where we couldn't see her anymore. My old man was livid. After about 10 minutes Ali came back with a crippled ring neck. She must/ve watched that as the duck was going down and went to that duck first. I have never seen my old man so happy to see a "black bitch" in all his life!!!
Anyway we were hunting one day, about 6 of us in the blind when a drove of about 15-20 ringnecks buzzed the decoys, we called and they came. We shot and 10-12 fell all over the decoys, we shot a few cripples. WHen Ali took off she went the opposite way of where the ducks fell. My dad starting hollering at her telling her no, you stupid black sonofabitch!! She kept swimming, got on the levee and into the trees where we couldn't see her anymore. My old man was livid. After about 10 minutes Ali came back with a crippled ring neck. She must/ve watched that as the duck was going down and went to that duck first. I have never seen my old man so happy to see a "black bitch" in all his life!!!
Posted on 2/17/16 at 12:30 pm to CootKilla
Had a black lab named buddy. Named him after one of my good friends who died in 05 of a heart attack. My cousin had a lease over at the delta plantation before they sold it. Three of us were hunting one morning and there was absolutely n wind. Even with two Mojos and a tornado or whatever it's called mojo, ducks were weary. I asked my cousin if he had any string and a bungee cord. He said yea on the four wheeler which was a qtr. a mile away. After about two hours of watching ducks work but not commit, me and buddy took off for the string. We get to the four wheeler and here comes some snows flying low towards us. I kennel buddy behind the four wheeler and we crouch until they get right above us. I pull up and unload, winging one and its sailing away across a plowed clean field. I turn to send buddy and he was already off after the goose. The goose sails a couple of hundred yards in one direction then turns 90 degrees to the right and lands about two yards from the turn. Buddy would run, look up and run some more. He didn't see the goose turn of hit the ground. I whistled and gave him an over right, and he just started to trot mostly in that direction. He wasn't a finished dog by no means and has never made a ground goose retrieve. He got to within 100yds. and the goose started to flap and the rest was history.
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 3:48 pm to jaggedlp
man this thread is getting to me, up votes for everybody
Hunting dogs are the best
Hunting dogs are the best
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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