Humbling experiences

[coadycurbow]

I was just reading "Will Bobcats swim". I was laughing about the blind coon. I'm sure many of us have had things happen that were out of the norm. Some of the stuff is embarrasing. I would love to hear other stories.

We had a big group hunting with us one day. We had a dang good pack of dogs at the time. We put on a big track at a road crossing. The dogs went in and jumped in about 15 minutes. We got around to the race and heard them bay and break 3 or 4 times. I'm saying "big hog, big hog". Mind you, there are three out of state hunters and about four or five local guys who go with us some. Well the last time the hog broke, he lit out straight away. We got on the highway and ran down it about four miles, took a dirt road to cut them off. My dad got there first and was standing in the road shaking his head and grinning when the entourage pulled up. The dogs were just coming into hearing. He said, "I hope the hog I just saw ain't the one they're trying to catch! That sob wouldn't weigh 50 pounds." I went and looked and there was one set of tiny shoat tracks in the trail crossing the road. I said naw they're after a different hog. Needless to say, about fifteen minutes later here came the dogs right after the little hog.

We loaded dogs in record time and headed home with our tail between our legs. Shit always happens when you have an audience! LOL

[George Streepy]

A few years back I had a pack of bobcat hounds I was real proud of. They complimented each other real well and caught one pretty much every day in the heart of the season. I had a nice dog for sale and took a couple guys out to watch the dogs work. We had a heck of a race going, the dogs had it circling real tight in the bottom of a drainage. I was real proud and excited to show my dogs getting it done. They stopped barking for a second and real cocky like I told the guys to put their boots on.

All the dogs trailed back the way they came except my main dog. She sat down and started treeing. I told them that wasn't normal, that my dogs never go backwards like that and that it has to be up. We all headed into the tree. When we got there my best dog was blowing the top out the tree, we couldn't find anything that even remotely resembled a cat.

One of the guys asked: "is that dog fast?"

I said: "YES"

He asked: "Well do you think maybe she just beat that cat to the tree?"

I don't know what was worse, the empty tree, or the fact I walked into a joke I had heard before with my head down.

I sold the dog, but I had to let the guys hunt it on their own for a couple weeks. I did learn that it never pays to be cocky, even the dog you count on the most is always looking to embarrass you.

[Benny G]

George,
Don't take offense, but dang that smart a## question was funny - I'm still laughing!

[Dale T]

It seems it always works that way, the minute you talk up your dogs it bites you in the ass!

[STUNTMAN]

Hunting a real nice pack of foxhounds on coyote at the base of the Adirondacks in N.Y. Had a few locals and some guys along and we were all radioed up. I just happen to put myself in the right place at the right time right on a dirt road next to a very swollen river at the bottom a very steep gorge. Well at this spot you couldn’t here the hounds or read the collars till they were right on top of you. I got out of my truck knowing they had to be close and could just make them out I get on the radio and say “HERE THEY COME”, “WOW there FLYING” so with this everybody beats feet over to me, like 7 trucks! My yapper is running into over drive giving a great descriptive of this very exciting chase. Out pops a white house cat running for his life about 30 seconds in front of the hounds just as the trucks pull up…….. The ribbing I took I almost threw myself into the river ha ha ha.

[BEAR HUNTER]

Now this is a good topic. We need to be able to laugh at ourselves sometimes. Im still laughing at the one about the dog beating the cat to the tree.

[coadycurbow]

My Dad always told me not to trust anyone who would guarantee a dog would or would not do something. LOL. Everytime I have told someone what they would or wouldn't do, they did just the opposite!

[Caincando1]

Usually this incolves me having the tracker on the wrong collar freq. and sending guys and trucks in circles trying to find the wrong dog....

[Buddyw]

Was hunting with a couple of old timers, One guy Larry that pretty much kept to himself. Never said Hi back, I don't know if he even knew my name. Every morning I would say.. Good Morning, or Hi Larry!.. He was just the kind of guy that Just looked at you and pressed his lips together and didn't say a word. A Real Personable guy if you know what I mean.. .(I never knew what he was really thinking, and probably didn't want to know. and was half scared of him to be honest.)

Anyways.. Him and rod, my mentor got a bear started, and had 12 or so dogs roaring up the hill just off the road, Rod gave me to OK to let mine go off the box and she didn't give one ounce of attension to the 12 older dogs barking and running the bear.. She went Roaring Down The hill 180 from the other dogs

I was dumbfounded..

Larry's first words ever spoken to me, He Just quitely turned towards me with a straight face and asked me if I was going to just stand there and look stupid or get that dog off the deer And Put her in the bear race..

And he was right.. I Ended catching her crossing the road right behind a Deer.. I couldn't even claim she was running it backwards.

That was a a pretty humbling experience for me.. But it wasn't all bad.. Larry talks to me now.. I guess I just had to earn my stripes.

[perk]

One late august morning several years ago, me and 2 buddies were going fox hunting. we had located a decent size drilled soybean field that greys were obviously staying in, due to the amount of tracks and manure in the paths. The plants would catch you around your neck and were tangled and thick. Between the 3 of us Id say we had close to 50 foxdogs on our trucks, and I was hunting with some boys that day who have dogs that catch more fox in this area than the rest do. We jumped around 6 am, 5 minutes after we turned loose. We were pouring it on a fox, around 8 am my dad had to leave as we were supposed to be chopping corn that day. I assured him we would catch one up here soon and Id be alongto help well before lunch. End result is we had a roaring chase, as pretty a running as you ever heard, from 6 am until 1 pm and to my knowledge never ran the first fox in the hole, and i know we didnt catch one, they were switching foxes often, as one we were running was bobtailed so it was easy to tell it was a different fox, but thats no excuse. My dad still rags me to this day about running 7 hours and having no fox to show. Itr dang sure humbled me, to run something that long and not sink a tooth in him.

[Dads dogboy]

Folks,

Never, Ever, Ever, GAY-RAN-TEE that your Children or Hounds will not do Something.....You will be turned into a LIAR quicker than a Bobcat can Slap!

Have True Funny tale to tell tomorrow!

CJC

[George Streepy]

I can't believe only five of us have a humbling story to tell. I know there are some veteran hunters on here that could tell about the rocky start they suffered. Some of the funnest times I had in the woods was the humbling times. Whether it was my red face or the guys I was hunting with. It is a little funnier when it is someone else. I can think of a few good laughs but I'll leave those stories for the other guys to tell.

[Brady Davis]

Heck I swear I have a near wreck and a humbling experience every time i'm out hunting LOL....Hmmmmmm, which one to tell?

[walkerdog]

I have a friend that is difficult to be friends with, trash talks all the time. Picks everyone but his dogs apart but his own, and takes the credit on the success. So, I know what my dogs do right? He doesn't know anything about my dogs.
We went out for an early coon hunt, we hadn't hunted together in at least a year.
I took my 3 older dogs, and a couple of pups about a year old, I turned them out in a swampy area with vines and fallen trees all over, in the summer is part of the bottom of a lake, and we all stood there waiting. My redbone and my top dog both blew up in the vines pretty close to where we were standing and the pups joined in right behind them. It was so crazy sounding I tell them Oh crap we caught a pig, so my sister in law puts her kid up in a tree and we started to make our way over. The dogs are just baying like crazy, sounded great. We get right on the other side of a tree fallen with some vines hanging like a curtain and I move the vines, my redbone looks over at me and he looks like Hellbound Hellraiser Those dogs had been bayed up a porcupine for about 5 minutes!! We pulled porcupine quills out of my dogs ALL night. They were on their tails, ears, legs, bellies, all over their heads and faces, all in their mouths.
The only thing my friend said is "Your dog's are gritty, I can give them that"

[coadycurbow]

Luckily, we don't have those here. I have had some hellacious deer races, armadillo bays, skunk catchings, coyote bays and catchings, coon trees, bobcat trees and catchings, two donkey bays.

One of the donkeys was in a woman's yard. She lived in a small house in the woods that I didn't even know was there. An aquaintance called and said he had a bunch of hogs rooting every evening in his hay meadow. Me, a Plott, a B&T, and one BMC went to give him some assistance. I assured him that these dogs were broke off of livestock.

I turned out on some tracks that I could dang near smell. Dogs went about 500 yards and blew up. I said, there's your pig, he said they are awful close to that house, I said what house, he said Mrs. so and so lives there with a bunch of cats and several donkeys. We started running and got close to hear her screaming leave dolly alone you SOBS! The donkey was braying, dogs baying, her screaming, and I was looking for a club on the way up the hill. All of a sudden, the dogs came hauling it over the hill looking back and we fell right in with them, running so fast that we nearly beat them back to the truck.

We went to another spot and bayed a hog, but he still tells people that I have the best jackass dogs in East TX.