Posted on 09/03/2012 12:46:04 PM PDT by Theoria
I.ve done a little coon hunting in my time. It’s aplace where one of the first things you learn is not to let that branch go in the face of another hunter.
No sweeter sound than a treeing Bluetick! Not even my 147lb Bloodhound can compete with that. Bloodhounds don’t typically hunt and don’t tree but they sure can bay. :-)
My dad had Blueticks and Walkers.
I spent my summers checking all the live traps for coons to train them on.
Walked a lot of miles leading the horse and carrying two traps with royally p*ssed coons in them and the Dobe running circles around us all.
Good times.
Then the libloons kicked the bottom out of the fur trade with their incessant whining.
Dad still has probably a hundred traps still hanging in the basement.
Can’t give ‘em away.
Walkers and Blues are nice dogs.
I have a place not too far from this. Pass it on my way to the range.
ROLL TIDE!
Thanks! A very poignant story as we had to put our 15 year old Springer Spaniel, Rosie, to sleep on Saturday morning. I have spent most of this
“holiday weekend” in tears :(
Rest assured she's frolicking with my Timber at the Rainbow Bridge, waiting patiently for us to catch up with them.
I have two female half Mountain Curs and a few weeks ago they started barking a lot at night, which was unusual for them. They are good watch dogs and don’t bark without reason. Finally I decided to check out what the problem was and found a coon in the tree in their yard. One of the girls would go part way up the tree trying to get it. I put out the live animal trap and 30 minutes after dark I had a coon. We took it about four miles from the house and turned it loose. I can’t believe the coon was stupid enough to climb a tree in the yard with three hounds!
Thank you! It's been several years since she could "frolic" so I'm enjoying imagining that scene.... My grandmother had a dog named Timber - he was a wonderful German Shepherd... the first dog I ever played with and thus began a life-long love of these wonderful animals :)
Tomorrow is my first day of school (teacher) so it will be easier not to be home all day, I keep thinking I hear her...
Most of the coons around here are rabid now, which I found out the hard way.
I ain’t eatin’ them thangs.
There’s deer and other stuff aplenty.
They were nice dogs but dad won’t keep a dog that doesn’t earn its keep so he sold them all.
I have the Ibizan, the PPM and the Dobe.
I can get grub if I need it and won’t have to spend hours walking the trap line.
:)
So sorry.
It’s been a really bad couple of weeks for FReeper dogs.
:(
Rabbits habitually have their babies in my backyard...where _rabbit hounds_ run every day!
I think they’re smart.
If they have their babies *here*, they know stinking stray cats can’t get them.
This spring the hounds found the nest and I yelled at them to leave it be and Odin raced out and rammed them away from it.
Until the babies left, he wouldn’t let the girls anywhere near it.
One morning he kept running up to the thicket and back to me, looking ‘concerned’ and when I checked, something had ripped the head off of one of the babies.
He *knew* something was wrong and made me come look.
I took the body out and the mom came back and the other two babies are now teenagers running around the goat pasture.
He’s a funny dog.
He’d kill our cat if he got a chance but is perfectly fine with me having one of my snakes on the sofa with him and I.
He even keeps the girls away from it.
Go figure.
I have a funny story to tell with regard to coon hunting.
Back in ‘48 my grandfather often took me coon/possum hunting (hence, the screen name) with our hounds.
One night the dogs treed something and I, with my trusty BB gun in hand—I was 8 years old and too young for anythng more powerful—went flying through the woods, disregarding my grandfather’s calls to not get ahead of him. I got to the place where the dogs were, spotted some eyes up the tree and fired. At about that time my grandfather caught up with me, just in time to get sprayed by that skunk up that tree.
You cannot imagine how powerful that scent is when you get directly sprayed with it!
The dogs scattered. Didn’t see them again for days. When we got back to the house grandmother contemplated whether to let us in. Grandfather never forgave me. And I don’t blame him.
Heh. Jerry Clower would have been proud of that story.
Yes, I imagine he would. I used to have some of his stories on tape, and they were funny.
Is treeing a coon a big deal? I hate to sound ignorant since I grew up hearing coonhounds on the mountain at night and seeing the campfires of the hunters, even had a few uncles who kept Bluetick Hounds, but my folks were more urban types who moved back to the country. I have no direct exposure.
I do however have a sweetheart of a Treeing Walker that I took in as a pet, she was abandoned, starved and covered with ticks in March, so she was from well south of here.
She’s treed two coons in my backyard since I’ve had her. Very motivated, wraps her paws around my neck when inside and scans the cathedral ceiling. I’m safe from ceiling coons, Susie’s on watch, lol.
Awwwwwwwwww!
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