Hunts I remember. Al Baldwin.

[lawdawgharris]

Al, I hope the silence is fatigue and not you feeling bad! Don’t quit with the stories now, I’ve been enjoying and looking forward to reading them.


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[Beebout-it]

Same here Al I was enjoying the hell out of your stories! Wish I had your memory I can hardly remember what I did yesterday most of the time!

[al baldwin]

Folks my memory is not as could as it should be. Reading over one story I wrote, made a mistake, I stated I raised the pusher male & female named red. Did own pusher sire, dog called rowdy, Pusher damn was a dog called tiny that was owned by Rene Sears. I was given pup from the litter named spud, spud died at about 8 months and I was able to buy his litter mate that I named pusher. The female named Red was given to me at 9 months old by Robin Powell. Red was sired by dog named hunter, owned by Robin. Her damn was a female owned by a man named Jerry Cox, Jerry told me she was from a line of varmint dog that were owned by Pat Harden from northern California. I did train Pusher & Red, neither one was started when I got them. Those two dogs caught me bobcat and were real nice dogs. Pusher had a very nice locate & tree style, if there was a high stump near he would ne standing on top and treeing, also was a good road, box dog, very good track speed, only open when he was moving the track. Red was a bit slow starting, but made a good track dog and from an early age once she decided the cat was up other dogs were not going to pull her from the tree. Just wanted to give credit for those who deserved it. Guess memory not too bad, only met Jerry once and never met Pat, took a bit, but those names came to me. Wife and I are doing good, cleaned & stained the house, two decks and will start staining the third tomorrow, God Willing Thanks to all Al

[al baldwin]

Here/s a good hunt I recall taken with pusher & red. I had driven about an hour over to an area called twelve mile, pusher struck from the box and must have gone about a good hundred yards before he opened. He and red spent considerable amount of time working that old track with very little barking they trailed out of my hearing. I drove over the mountain and found red was jumped but pusher was not with her. As usual she had the track moving at a good steady pace but not putting enough pressure to force the cat to tree. This one dog race must have lasted for an hour or so, then I heard pusher get in the race with her, maybe 15 minutes later they treed. Made my way to the tree and found what I though, a nice sized tom bobcat. Dogs had spent considerable amount of time on this unusual hunt and I decided to call it a day. However, I had traveled back into dice creek when both dogs struck from inside the box. Pondered a bit then decided to let them down, It was a good track and they soon were treed, made my way to the tree and found they had treed a cougar. A little nerve racking but managed to get the dogs and headed for the rig when I stumbled on a fresh deer that had been killed by the cougar. Red was a tricolored walker female with a cheery red head, knew what I was going to name her the minute Robin pulled her out of his box and offered to give her to me. She was not a fast dog, but when the cat turned she turned, meaning she seldom over ran the track. Al

[lawdawgharris]

Glad y’all are doing well Al. Sounds like a lot of hard work though. I’m allergic to that work stuff. The harder it is the worse my hives get.

Pusher sounds like my style but you got have to appreciate any dog that contributes. Red sounds like she knew her job and was going to do it. I like her too but track driving speed is a big deal to me. I’ve seen dogs that weren’t all that fast in a foot race but could drive a track as hard as they could go nearly. Other dogs were faster in a foot race but either couldn’t push a track very fast or over ran it or made losses to the point that they couldn’t keep up with the fast track driver.

We caught three boar hogs this morning. After the third one, the dogs had relayed again. We were on the side of a hill that was covered in curtains of briars. The river made a horse show bend there and when you drop off the hill, there was a Pecan bottom between the hill and river that was only 300 yards or so to the further east point. We knew the dogs were north of us and then heard the brush breaking. We looked over and my Outlaw dog was flat getting it. He was going about as hard as can imagine a dog going through the brush. He was staying so flat and level and only making the slightest movements with his head to slip between the brush and his feet seemed to know every where that his eyes had intended for them to land. He was winding the hog. The wind was blowing straight to him and he had it found in nothing flat. It was really good watching. The hog knew he had the advantage in there and made it to the river. We called the dogs off and went to the house. The heat and humidity are bad and there isn’t any reason to stroke a dog out. It would’ve taken a long time to get to them across the river.


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[al baldwin]

Lawdogs we are much slower than use to be, but, we stay at it. Good to hear you are enjoying your hog dogs. Pusher was a nice dog that whole litter was good, can/t take credit for the cross Rene was the one who ask me about making the cross. JC Padgett had a male used on bear & cat that was real nice, Dave fuller told me he bought that one from JC because he got tired of being out run. Brad Padgett, JC dad got the best one in litter a female that was tighter mouth than pusher. George Horner Jr. told me he never seen a cat run more than 20 minutes ahead of her. That cross came about because Rene & I hunt a few times, I noticed that tiny female of his ran a cat very steady and he liked the way Rowdy work up those old track. Rowdy no one knew who is sire was for sure Just a bunch of hounds owned by poor folks who kept dogs in the woods in those days. However I knew there was lot of registered dogs behind them. Sure none of them were perfect, but they caught game. Al

[lawdawgharris]

I’m sure there were plenty of good hounds behind him. It’s hard to get good dogs out of a dog that doesn’t have the background to support him.


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[al baldwin]

Remember this hunt because it was the turning point for the young female named red. Had been a few months since Robin gave her to me, she was showing up at some trees, but not really engaged with the pack. Then on this morning the dogs got after a bobcat, that I had ran a few times before without catching and spent a good hour before catching the cat on the ground. The cat must have been putting off good scent, dogs had it down to making tight circles, squatting and allowing dogs to get very close. This really got red engaged with the pack, when they caught it on the ground she was barking and really fired up, from that day on she showed steady improvement. Have a picture of that cat and a young male that must have been about two years old at the time. He did a very good job helping catch that cat. I had bought that male as a pup from Zip Fendrich. He had been quite an interesting project. In the beginning he got so car sick made it real tough as he would hide when it came time to get in the box. Got him over that then he decided to become a deer runner, had seen he had potential has a cat dog when he stayed in the cat races. But I had tried every thing I knew to get him to stop breaking off cold track and jumping a deer, but nothing was working. Finally, I was so disgusted decided to never hunt him again, called my local friends, told them why was getting rid of him, offered to give him to them. Thinking maybe a fresh start would be what he needed. No takers! So I just decided to leave him at home hoping someone would eventually give him a chance, because knew for sure he had the track style to catch bobcat. That went on for a couple months, wife said you start taking Zip hunt with the other dogs or you get rid of him. Pondered, then decided to hunt him alone, danged saw a bobcat in the road and turned him on it. He did not catch the cat, or. did not locate on it, but he looked good enough that he rejoined the pack. I was expecting the worst, but from that day on no more deer problems. That was a real wake up call, Had read years ago John Wick saying laying dogs up could solve bad habits. Believe me, it worked that time. I was sure glad no one wanted a deer runner. Al

[lawdawgharris]

I understand your frustrations Al about the the trashing.


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[Beebout-it]

I had this English female that got car sick worse than any dog I ever seen, got her at about 7 months old and I honestly started feeling bad for even loading her up to go hunting. The whole box and every dog in it would be covered in slobber and vomit. As soon as you put her down she was fine. Started doing very well on lions but wouldn’t stay in a bobcat or bear race so I sold her to a buddy as a straight lion dog. She was a great locater and at the end of last winter he sent me a picture of a giant Tom bobcat ol pretty dog had caught by herself..I said I still haven’t opened that envelope you gave me for her so technically she’s still mine…joking of course and he goes oh I just looked out the window and she’s escaped from her kennel sorry about your luck

[lawdawgharris]

Lol that’s funny. It would suck to get sick like that every time.


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[lawdawgharris]

Do y’all think that it could’ve been nerves making those dogs sick instead of the motion sickness? I ask because my oldest son was guaranteed to throw before every football game.


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[Beebout-it]

She was petrified of the truck so I think it was motion sickness, I started riding her up on the rig rack and that didn’t bother her at all. She eventually got over it in the box but man I thought I was going to have to give up on her.

[al baldwin]

Lawdawg think for sure motion sickness. Here is another hunt I recall, thinking around 1982, uncle came out from Indiana to visit my folks. Oak Raleigh was in his mid to late seventies, had coon & rabbit with dogs most of his life, had never hunted bobcat, bear or cougar and was excited when I told him we would try to tree a bobcat while he was in Oregon. The dogs we hunted on the first day was a big walker called Mac, a grandson of belle, a female called tiny, who came from a tom Barnett male & a female owned by Dave Stallard also a littermate male to tiny named split. Oak had never hunted with dogs that struck game from the box, luck was with us and on the first day he & I hunted we had only gone a couple miles from my place when split struck from the box. We were in some very rough ground, but Oak said turn loose. The dogs soon jumped a runner and Oak got to hear very little of the race. I followed the race on foot and must have spent a couple hours before getting back to the the rig with a female bobcat over my shoulder Oak was excited and kept say those dogs just won/t quit, Oak was hooked, I had to work and Oak checked each day yo see when we could hunt again. Few days later, My friend Slim Stauffer, joined Oak & I for another hunt. Slim/s female Bouker was added to make a four dog pack. We spent some time before finding a track, but had one heck of a good race and finally those four dogs put a nice tom under a log pile and we were able to harvest the cat. Now Oak was really hooked he had got to hear most of that race from several listening points from the rig. Back to work for me, again Oak each day wanted to know when our next hunt was. Days later, Dave Stallard joined Oak and I and brought his female, that was the damn to Tiny and split, plus a couple other dogs that I can/t recall the names of. After a slow start without finding ant tracks about noon dogs found a track and trailed up an old grown logging road and were soon out of hearing. I followed the dogs on foot and ask Dave if he would drive Oak around to a certain point, hoping my feelings were correct and they would be able to hear the dogs. Quite a walk I had but was glad to finally get to a ridge top were I heard the dogs treeing. However had to go into a canyon and climb a steep hill before arriving at the tree Dave was waiting at the tree for me, dogs had a cougar treed and Oak was able to hear the dogs from the rig, but dogs were quite aways from him. Oak brought us good luck, sure he thought we had that kind of luck all the time, but we sure did not. Good memories, true story has I remember it. Hope you can read this, need to have cataracks removed hard for me to type.

[Beebout-it]

Al I was born in 82 !! sounds like he had some great fun, shame he couldn’t make a tree.