Post by: Hangfire on November 24, 2013, 11:07:18 PM
scared up a rooster pheasant, I watched him fly about a quarter mile and land unseen right behind two bird hunters who were working a draw and almost to the road. I got Bess on the lead and walked up the road. The two hunters were at their pickup and started laughing at my hound. What are you going to do with a dog like that, hurt my feelings. I told them that I was going to get a rooster for diner. They proceeded to tell me how they had worked that patch and there were no birds in it and about all the field trials their dogs had won. These guys were very serious bird hunters, expensive shot guns, diamond plate dog boxes and a new pickup. I started into the patch, turned Bess loose and in a loud voice said find a rooster. As they watched us go no more than a 100 yards a rooster flushed I shot it and said come on Bess ones enough for diner. They begin to cuss there dogs, tossed them into the dog box and took off. I have never forgot that or old Bess. I had to have her put down in 1980 when she was 13. She had cancerous growth in her hip where a bobcat had bit her years earlier. She was about to die and the vet did the job, a very sad day.
Post by: Machias on November 25, 2013, 05:11:10 AM
Post by: WAcoyotehunter on November 25, 2013, 06:23:17 AM
Post by: jackmaster on November 25, 2013, 07:19:02 AM
Great story! Hounds have a way of working themselves into your heart. Its good that you got to enjoy her for 13 years.:yeah: :yeah: hounds were always great times, especially when i was just a kid, before i could drive, my big male (BUCK) he would clearcut around the base of a tree, if he could bite it doen he would, his bawl was flat awesome, anytime we got a cat he would go let out a big bawl right in its ear after it was dead. well one night sick as a dog shouldnt been huntn, well i shot a big tom bobcat out of a tree, he managed to end up on my back and it was tearing me up pretty good, well buck didnt waste no time gettin that cat off my back and takin care of him, it was a sad day when i went off to basic training, we werent allowed to make phone calls, when i did get to call home, dad told me buck wasnt doing so good after i had left, he became a house dog, which was good, he was also 13 like bess and wasnt getting around to good. He was my buddy 100% i havent been close to a dog since. we have had family dogs since then but it is tough to compare them with a hound. heres a question, do the few hounds hunters in this state still have there hounds on cable runs and a dog house?