**** Doggin'
Dang boy, you know how to name a dog don't ya!! They ever get in fights and you have to scream at em' to break em' up? Geeze, I can only imagine it sounds like a german auctioneer selling chineese phonebooks.
Last time I got out we were testing my buddys new pup in action. He was less than impressive! Haha. At the first place the deck was stacked against him because before we turned the truck off we saw an opposum scurry across the road in front of us and when we shined the field it was full of deer. That makes it hard on a **** dog... the temptation is too high. So we moved on down the road and cut him loose again. We waited about 30 minutes before hearing him treed up behind us. When we broke through the brush he was standing in the middle of a county roadway treeing a dead possum! LOL!
We loaded him up and my buddy decided to go borrow a **** dog from a friend to help him along. This pup is really young so perhaps he could learn a thing or two from a more experienced dog... right? Wrong. After we picked up the loaner dog (And helped the owner cape his deer out) we dropped the dogs a few miles down the road in a field. When their feet hit the ground the two dogs went opposite directions... the older more experienced dog "Molly" went east and treed a **** in 5 minutes while the pup "Max" went west and picked up a footchase with a deer that lasted three hours and covered two miles! LOL! Good thing we had the tracker on him.
We popped the **** out for Molly, she was estatic and overjoyed because she hadn't been hunting in a few weeks. The **** was up a large oak tree, sitting in the fork about 40 feet off the ground. A round from a 22 Browning Buckmark brought him down with a real bad headache. He was an average sized **** with nice fur. We cut Molly loose again and intermidently checked up on Max but he was covering ground like a track star. Molly treed again but we found she was on a persimmon tree wich is very hard to get a **** out of... the dogs often tree slick on a persimmon tree so that's a forgivable mistake.
This is my buddys kennel, we hunted with Max there in the middle but Molly isn't in this picture as she belongs to a neighbor.
Here's Molly doing her thing while Max roamed the hillsides in another time zone.
Dang boy, you know how to name a dog don't ya!! They ever get in fights and you have to scream at em' to break em' up? Geeze, I can only imagine it sounds like a german auctioneer selling chineese phonebooks.
Last time I got out we were testing my buddys new pup in action. He was less than impressive! Haha. At the first place the deck was stacked against him because before we turned the truck off we saw an opposum scurry across the road in front of us and when we shined the field it was full of deer. That makes it hard on a **** dog... the temptation is too high. So we moved on down the road and cut him loose again. We waited about 30 minutes before hearing him treed up behind us. When we broke through the brush he was standing in the middle of a county roadway treeing a dead possum! LOL!
We loaded him up and my buddy decided to go borrow a **** dog from a friend to help him along. This pup is really young so perhaps he could learn a thing or two from a more experienced dog... right? Wrong. After we picked up the loaner dog (And helped the owner cape his deer out) we dropped the dogs a few miles down the road in a field. When their feet hit the ground the two dogs went opposite directions... the older more experienced dog "Molly" went east and treed a **** in 5 minutes while the pup "Max" went west and picked up a footchase with a deer that lasted three hours and covered two miles! LOL! Good thing we had the tracker on him.
We popped the **** out for Molly, she was estatic and overjoyed because she hadn't been hunting in a few weeks. The **** was up a large oak tree, sitting in the fork about 40 feet off the ground. A round from a 22 Browning Buckmark brought him down with a real bad headache. He was an average sized **** with nice fur. We cut Molly loose again and intermidently checked up on Max but he was covering ground like a track star. Molly treed again but we found she was on a persimmon tree wich is very hard to get a **** out of... the dogs often tree slick on a persimmon tree so that's a forgivable mistake.
This is my buddys kennel, we hunted with Max there in the middle but Molly isn't in this picture as she belongs to a neighbor.

Here's Molly doing her thing while Max roamed the hillsides in another time zone.



