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Originally posted by DelmerFunny storie about that.
You could take the dogs out every night on raccoon treeing expeditions.
Got a buddy of mine to live trap one for me to help train the pup. I left it in the cage and set the pup on it. He fought it real good. Yappin and biting the cage….really going bananers for it. Anyway, I threw the cage with the coon in the back seat and the dog in the back of the huntin car, and headed down the road to a wood we have real close by.
Well I brought the cage outa the car and tethered the dog to the car. He was bowlin and yapping like Satan coming was through the door his self.
I dumped about a quart of water on the coon to improve the scent for the dog and opened the door of the trap. The coon gives me the finger and turns around and runs fer cover. He went like a bat outa hell to the edge of the weeds and dove straight into a silt fence…..BAM!...no movement.
I release the dog. Ol’ Gus just paces back and forth in front of where the coon dove in and got clobbered. I’m pretty mad at this point!
I keep yellin at Gus to git in and git em’, he just looks at me like I’m crazy. So I grab a big stick and go into the weeds after the coon to see if I can’t get him to move… I’m batting away like a fool.
I turn around and the dog is just sitting there watching me. That is when I realize that I am standing chest deep in itch weed wearing only shorts and a tank top….Cripes.
RTh
Originally posted by RingtailhunterLOL! You tell it well, RTH! I can picture it all with no problem. I can just imagine the dog thinking: "What the hell is that fool doing in that itch weed!"
Funny storie about that.
Got a buddy of mine to live trap one for me to help train the pup. I left it in the cage and set the pup on it. He fought it real good. Yappin and biting the cage….really going bananers for it. Anyway, I threw the cage with the coon in the back seat and the dog in the back of the huntin car, and headed down the road t ...[text shortened]... that I am standing chest deep in itch weed wearing only shorts and a tank top….Cripes.
RTh
Originally posted by RingtailhunterHe trained you well it seems.
Funny storie about that.
Got a buddy of mine to live trap one for me to help train the pup. I left it in the cage and set the pup on it. He fought it real good. Yappin and biting the cage….really going bananers for it. Anyway, I threw the cage with the coon in the back seat and the dog in the back of the huntin car, and headed down the road t ...[text shortened]... that I am standing chest deep in itch weed wearing only shorts and a tank top….Cripes.
RTh
Originally posted by DelmerThe dog is fortunatley smarter than I am. He's a Redbone. He comes and gits me when I have drank too much, he wakes me up when my alarm goes off, He makes me go to bed when I am too tired.
LOL! You tell it well, RTH! I can picture it all with no problem. I can just imagine the dog thinking: "What the hell is that fool doing in that itch weed!"
It's funny actually, we know each other pretty good and are pretty good partners.
Don't expect anyone to understand, but once in a life time you will get a "good dog".
RTh
Originally posted by RingtailhunterItch weed, is that what we call poison ivy or poison sumac?
Funny storie about that.
Got a buddy of mine to live trap one for me to help train the pup. I left it in the cage and set the pup on it. He fought it real good. Yappin and biting the cage….really going bananers for it. Anyway, I threw the cage with the coon in the back seat and the dog in the back of the huntin car, and headed down the road t ...[text shortened]... that I am standing chest deep in itch weed wearing only shorts and a tank top….Cripes.
RTh
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Originally posted by RingtailhunterI understand, RTH. I just had one die of old age about a year ago. Part chow and something else. Looked like a small chow but wasn't a purebred. Loved riding in the pickup. Guarded everything on our property. Hunted rabbits like it was her life's work. Absolutely understood me when I talked to her and had a way of wrinkling her nose and lips that really looked like a smile. Utterly fearless. Took on a big coon one night and by the time Fran and I got out there the coon was riding on the dog's back, claws in that long red fur, and both going round in circles like a rodeo was underway. Another time we suddenly heard a dog fight underway on the deck and a very large strange dog was fighting with Rusty. We also had a very big yellow cat that had been raised with the dog and before we got to the dogs the cat, Cinnamon, came leaping up onto the deck and right onto the back of the strange dog. That took the fight out of the stranger and Rusty and Cinnamon chased it out to the road. In a little while they came back walking side by side and looking smug as hell.
The dog is fortunatley smarter than I am. He's a Redbone. He comes and gits me when I have drank too much, he wakes me up when my alarm goes off, He makes me go to bed when I am too tired.
It's funny actually, we know each other pretty good and are pretty good partners.
Don't expect anyone to understand, but once in a life time you will get a "good dog".
RTh