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Trash chase hell, my dogs catch em.

Me and a buddy dogs started a bear. Trailed up a steep slope, to steep for mules. Went on foot, could hear the dogs treeing. got to the tree and about half the dogs had a yearling bear treed. Half the dogs missing. I walked up to the top of the ridge and could hear them treeing below. Walked down close to them and here comes a bear running right at me. But no dogs after the bear?? The dogs are still treeing/baying in a little bluff. I get there and they got one pissed off 6x6 bull elk. he was a grinding and teeth madder than hell. All the dogs just kinda looked at me like oh Sh!t!!. Dogs just kinda quit when I got there. I snapped some pictures, schooled the dogs. The elk never ran even when I left with the dogs, he was ready for a fight.

Finally a topic I can contribute too

Thats one of the reasons I can't hunt with Bency south of here .. he hasn't got his dogs broke off of Mexicans

Me and a buddy of mine were hunting and riding up this ridge where I had started a lion before, and this guy has a really nice female that is pretty much broke and can really trail a lion in the dirt and he is pretty arrogant about his dogs (they come from Terrel Shelly's stuff) and he don't think too much about mine, he told me "you might be able to catch a coon with them" "maybe a lion if you get lucky" .. well we drop over this ridge and sure enough one of my dogs goes over and booo booo.. his dog just kinda looks at us.. I told him that's about the same area where I started that lion before.. he says I don't think that looks right... of course in that rock you can't find a track, pretty soon Susie one of my best dogs goes over there and boo booo and I said see I told you... that dog there is broke and listen to her.. when she bawls like that its a lion.. he says I don't think it is my dog ain't paying no attention to it, I kinda bow up and tell him dammit you aren't the only one in the world who has dogs that can start a lion in the dirt maybe your dog is just is too proud and won't honor my dogs.. but pretty soon his dog starts to sniffing and whipping that tail and whimpering and then boooo booo he says well I guess there right I don't think she can be talked into it if its not.. So they trail off into this big ole pretty canyon and its slow going and were riding along just listening to them and watching them work .. and my buddy he's still not too happy because his dog isn't helping too much and my dogs are doing all the work..the dogs get to working it a little faster and we get slowed down trying to negotiate a fence and then pretty soon down below us all hell breaks loose baaa baaa I said damm they jumped it down there and he says sure enough listen to em go and listen to Molly she's really after him... well we hook it on down there and everything gets quiet.. we're thinking maybe he just high jumped into one of these trees and they ran past him.. well we come around the corner and 3 of my dogs are chewing on a fox he just looked at me pulled out his shocker and gave all his dogs a pop and started back to the trailer...

One of my favorite "trash" stories (well kind of trash) is a buddy of mine. His neighbor was gone on business a lot and had bought some high powered walker dog off a guy. He asked my buddy to hunt the dog for him, so he agreed and was hunting his dog.

He said he would turn loose and that walker dog was never at the tree. Didn't matter how fresh the lion track was, his dogs would catch the lion and that walker would somehow end up two canyons over and he'd be gathering him up two days later.

He said every trip the same thing would happen and he was just growing more and more annoyed at this dog. Always out trying to gather it somewhere, only dog not at the tree. I think he even found it slick treed the one day.

So he runs a lion one day, gets around into the next canyon and they are treed. He hikes into the tree and sure enough, this walker dog isn't there... all the sudden he hears it right up the hill, about 200 yards above him barking. He figures it will come into the tree so he waits... it never does, just sits up there barking.

He finally snaps.... hikes up the hill and this dog is standing there barking. Months of frustration just come to a head, and by now he really hates this dog. He goes nuts on this piece of crap and just gives it the beating of it's life. He told me he had never been so mad at a dog and never beat a dog like he beat that dog. I guess he finished and it laid there for a second, then got up and started again, so he beat the hell out of it again... two severe beatings, he said he was in a RAGE.

He gets tired of wailing on the dog, leashes it up to drag it down to the tree... and looks up to see a lion in the tree above him. He said it was probably the only lion this piece of crap dog had ever treed and he beat the living hell out of it under the tree for 10 minutes.

I laughed for two days when he told me that story. I don't think he ever did tell his neighbor the story though.

Big Mike....That picture is a wallhanger!!! Great story

I thought nobody would ever ask! Thats what we specialize in as well. "They may be trashy but they will stick," thats our motto. Mine are so off the hook I don't even have to turn them out! I live and keep the dogs right next to a big creek, we have all sorts of passerby's. Dang opposums just turn themselves in. Whole families sometimes. They catch several a year w/out so much as a peep. I find them all over the kennels and chain runs.
Treed a coon just out of reach above the kennel in the worst rain storm ever at about 3 am. Had to shoot out coon to get a handle on the situation. Beat old dogs in the pouring a$$ rain with a dead water logged coon. They did get my pup started treeing though.If she wern't so scared of me holding a coon now we might could move forward. Had to shower before trying to get some sleep.
No less than two weeks later I go home for lunch and find the dogs totally unhinged. Raising hell! One dog has chewed into the next kennel. Through chainlink. He and the other dog are bayed in the back corner. Everybody else is raising hell wanting to them. I have an office job. Work clothes on. Have to wade in there. Sounds awful, dogs squawling and $hit flying. Big snapping turtle! He must have walked around the front side of the lot and somehow they got him pulled under the fence. Never the less they blocked his exit well and held till I got there. Turtle would snap out and pull his head back and everytime one dog or the other would follow and stick their nose right up to the hole. Snap. They would almost drop to their knees squawling with a lip pinched. Turtle was big enough they couldn't do alot. They would get him up on his side and bite down on the shell. Lets just say he had perforated edges. Upon release this turtle was gone. Don't think they can't move if they don't want to.
Turned a trainer out in my buddies pasture. Took the pups back a little later but now its raining. No matter shouldn't take long. Put them on the track. One goes and the other peels off and circles back behind me toward the gate. Just starts baying. I know its wrong and hurry on down. Hes heeling my buddies old retired show horse who has terrible stifle problems and is basically glued to the ground. Hey if nothing keeps him honest (stood back) he'll really pull hair or tails anyway!
Got a bear race going last year but I only had two dogs out. So emptying the truck was top priority. Pulled up above the two dogs and they were working the bear. Truck blows up. DTFB! Last dog gets almost there but suddenly blows up and pulls to the right. Other dogs go to the left and tree. We went to the tree, seen the bear but suspected the other dog had one as well. So we hurried. Found him bayed just on the other side. Suspicious but confident I packed three dogs. Two stayed and bayed but my old dog never made a sound and returned before I could get there. Now I know it ain't right. Big white heffer and a yearling cow. The two I packed freaked when they seen me and quit but the other went on for a while. Finally dove on him at a bay-up and beat him about to death several hours later. Same dog as above but he'll stick with a mean anything.
Had a Yadkin River bred young dog several years ago I had high hopes for. Carried him out with my buddies for a coon hunt. My buddies dogs had long since returned but mine finally started a track after alot of thorough searching. The buddies were all ready to turn it in for the evening. They hung around keeping me company till I was about ready to leave myself. I told them I said heck go home and I'll keep tabs on this dog. They didn't argue and split. I set around about another hour listening to this dog only bark a few times just boo-hooing and wallering around. Finally the pride in my cold nosed track working little dog was gone and replaced with complete aggravation and hate! I'm ending this $hit. Can't catch him. Hes determined to stick with the track. I'm crawling through blackberry briars, calling and cussing only to hear him boo-hoo just ahead. Never went anywhere. Stayed in 100 yard circle all night. Finally he changes pitch barks a couple good bellars, moved out maybe 10-20 yards and treed. Pride is coming back. Crawl in. Treed good. Legs wrapped around a little sappling. Opossum baby. About the size of a coke can. Little dog was a track wallering machine. You could go to the good dogs and see what they had then return and still catch him up around the truck trying to trail away. Hes no longer with us.
I'm tired of typing. I'll cover mice, squirrels, coyotes, deer and moose tomorrow.

My favorite was a night that we were coon hunting. The dogs were working a track and opening a lot and the next thing we knew, there was somthing coming through the brush. So out pops this damn opossum with the dogs about 50 ft behind it. Needless to say the dogs got what they had coming. We started walking down the trail and hadnt heard a peep out of the dogs for about 20 min. and about 1/4 down the trail, heres a opossum, half dead, laying right in the trail..... I guess the dogs go smart and learned to keep their mouth shut.

Drew

I knew I had one of my last pups in the right hands, when I get a phone call one day. This old boy says "Boy I really like this pup you give me, she really runs to catch." I say ya, and he says. "It's a deer, but by god I think she is gonna catch it." The next week I get a video on my phone with her under a lion tree. That's what it is all about boys, right there.

A FELLA AGREES TO SHOW ME AND MY DOGS THE ROPES ON COON HUNTING,I'M A LION HUNTER.WE GET TO THE SPOT AND ARE GETTING TACKED UP WHEN OLD BOOMER STARTS OPENING,HARD.THE FELLA SAYS "WHEN BOOMER DOES THAT IT'S GONNA BE OVER QICK SO GET YOUR DOGS OUT THERE".
I THOUGHT BETTER OF IT AND DECIDED THAT,SINCE IT WAS EARLY,I"D SIT THIS ONE OUT AND PUT EM INTO THE NEXT RUN.
WE FOLLOW THE RACE A BIT TILL BOOMER GETS TREED AND GET THERE JUST IN TIME TO SEE HIM HIT THE SOUTH END OF A SKUNK,WOW WHAT A STINK!
WELL BUDDY HITS BOOMER HARD WITH THE ELECTRICITY AND BOOMER COMES STRAIGHT OVER TO APOLOGIZE!i RAN LIKE HELL LAUGHING THE WHOLE WAY WHILE BOOMER CHASED HIS HANDLER INTO A STUBBLE FIELD WHERE HE SUDDENLY REALIZED THE SKUNK WAS IN HOT PURSUIT.
BOOMER CUT OUT,HAVING JUST BEEN SCHOOLED FOR PLAYING WITH SKUNKS,LEAVING THE COON HUNTER TO DEAL WITH THE SKUNK.
THAT SKUNK BACKED HIM INTO A FENCELINE CORNER WHICH HELD A BACHELOR HERD OF SCRAPPY BUFFALO ON THE OTHERSIDE,NOYHING TO MESS WITH.BY THE TIME I CAME BACK TO HELPOUT HE WAS ONTOP OF THE CORNER FENCE POST WITH THAT SKUNK CIRCLING BELOW!I STILL LAUGH ABOUT IT NOW AND THEN AND IT'S BEEN 10 YEARS!

houndnhorse wrote:It was a Christmas cold and snowing and the wind it were a blowing, and the fire was a sure burning hot.
I looked at my bride as she ran outside, hearing my new puppies from Vermont making noise.
It wasn’t close, like they were supposed, as I ran to the edge of the porch.
Off they went. For the truck I sprint worrying about what they were on.
I get to the gate just a bit too late, as they were following dimples in the snow.
My chest fills with pride and hurriedly I ride in the direction that I heard them last note.
A jump, I hear and grab another gear we got something going for sure.
To the crossing in the road, all of a sudden I knowed it was an Elk print clear.
I tightened my jaw, rage filled my craw, and too fast for the road, that poor old Ford goed.

Them damn pups they sure will pay consumed my brain.

To my surprise from the river did rise the sound of two dogs treed.
Well, what I thought what was true, I certainly knew was not, and I had big tom treed. On the way in, to my chagrin, they had backed into a big cedar break.
A spike bull sat, that those pups gat from his bed and give him a start.
Well, he did go, and circled so I could wait till the next go-round.
I heard them coming and I heard the elk running, right to where I laid in their path.
I peaked around to see, and lordy be, the elk slid to a stop at my feet.
We met eyes with caution, I turned him to the bottom off the trail he had so carefully laid.
Now I’m a hidin with my leashes smiling, at the wrath I will soon lay.
When it was done my partner he did run, and it took me some time for his trust.
In the end I just smile, cause all the while, he was just doing for what he was made.

LMAO! Good stuff amigo! You off your meds again? That was funny, I don't care who you are.

AE I bet the neighbors just love living near you lol

Running coyote hounds in Maine. Coyote comes running by us with all 6 hounds right on his butt. Half an hour later my buddy calls on the radio and says to grab the dogs up asap ??? He said they are on a moose. I said 'jeez, you sure about that I just saw them on a coyote? " He answers " I am sitting here in a trailer park with the game warden and a dozen people who have been watching the dogs baying the moose from one end of the park to the other ,that good enough for ya ? " Yup, I'll start looking for dogs !!!

Walked a hunter into a big bayed up bear.It was real thick swale grass in this swamp.Told the guy to get the gun to his shoulder and shoot when I give him the word.I peel some head high grass out of the way to see that I am looking right into a bull mooses face with 3 dogs baying like hell. Hunter was a few feet behind me and couldnt see anything. I told him to stand down as it was a small bear not worth shooting.I grabbed up the dogs and he never knew what really went on.

How about a trash race that turns out good ? Tobey and I guiding a bobcat hunter. Put the dogs on a nice track in deep snow.Dogs go 50 yards and jump. Make nice 2oo yard circles in a thicket. I walk the hunter into the circle. 5 minutes later a beautiful 50 lb coyote comes up and stands broadside. Bang and its dead. Hunter is as excitied as can be. He really wanted a yote more than a cat he says !!! Dogs come into the kill. I am whipping dogs and yelling no .The hunter is shaking my hand and hugging the dogs !!

A couple years ago we were running yotes in the winter. We just had a fresh snow and conditions were darn near perfect. I had a younger dog that was a "bit" trashy, which means he would run anything with fur. A good dog peddler would call this dog 95% broke. But he would chase stuff pretty good if you could get him on it right. So we cut a track and put a couple older broke dogs down. Dogs do a big loop and come back, we cut the jumped coyote track on the road. I toss in my young dog right behind the others, they go off hammering and the race is on. A little while later my young dog suddenly veers south while the race is headed north. I burn around to the south to try and cut him off at the next road, when I see a Dandy buck cross way up ahead. About half way there I see the dog go across, so I pull up confirm he's on the track. I reach for the shocker transmitter, dial it up to 6 and HAMMER on th button. nothing, again, nothing. WTF. right color and everything (later found out collar wasn't on ).

So I said piss on him and went back to the hunt. We ran it around for awhile but it finally evaded us on a snowmobile trail. We gather up the dogs and go back to look for my trashy dog. As we get back there we can hear him coming to the road at a high rate of speed. I get there just in time to see him cross. This time he crosses on the deer track but has a face FULL of Porky Quills and still just honking on the track. I thought one of my hunting partners was going to have a aneurism from laughing too hard. We finally got him headed off and caught, then proceeded to pull quills for an hour. That may have been the highlight of my hounding career.

AE I bet the neighbors just love living near you lol

Doogie you've seen it, you know they do!

I love this thread I could go on for days! I decided to try a cur one time. My buddy and myself were both looking. We found an add in the local trader paper for 2 Kemmer Curs and called it. Bought an old man out. Older female and her male pup, blondes. He told us how “gamey” they were and the young dog just needed more hunting and we bought it all. We got hooked! We got them used to us and carried them out hunting just as soon as we could. We just wanted to see something, we thought. Turned’em out. They got birdy acting and split into some brush on the side of a pasture field. They went a little ways silent then all hell broke loose. They were muffled treeing/baying. Sounded like a hole we thought. We were tickled with this. That was quick. We may really like these dogs? Didn’t get in a big hurry. We listened and savored the moment. Started walking in up a road through a rock bar (big piles of rock). Rocks just piled up on both sides of the road. Strange odor hits me. Oh $hit. We got a skunk/civit cat held under a big rock. Little bitty fellar. One dog on one end of the rock and the other on the other end. Its just back and forth under there. Had to walk right up to it and snap up the dogs. We are all sprayed. Only critter I seen them catch in their short amount of time with us.

One of my buddies did some dog trading with his cousin. We don’t hunt with him (the cousin) but my buddy and him try to help each other out at times. They are neighbors and pretty tight. The cousin needed an experienced dog. My buddy reluctantly swapped him a decent dog. I hated to see the dog go but whatever. The cousin is having trash problems and needs something to stay and stick with the bear track. If he can just get his young dogs doing a little better then he’ll swap him back to us. First trip out he ran a six point whitetail buck to death and eat the better part of both hams before they found him with it. I’m sure that really helped them young dogs! Needless to say my buddy got him right back with a new addiction. The cousin don’t try to trade around with us anymore either. Still waiting on him to do a bear that way but it never happens, not even close!

This one just happened about two weeks ago and the fallout still isn't over! Not a real trash race but similar. There was trash involved and race happened but not the two together! Two of my buddies have some pups they split up. The one buddy has a small farm and has been building a house there for sometime now. He keeps all his dogs and critters there but the house isn't finished, its real close though. He got his C.O. (certificate of occupancy) on a Friday and was going to finish up those couple of odds and ends that weekend. His wife was bringing in the furniture and things starting on Saturday morning. She has a house dog that stays right with her 24/7. Its some mixed up something. Big dog, real big 80-100 pounds big. Well on Friday after the inspection my buddies were drinking and thought since the one would be there all weekend they would set a trap for a trainer since he would be there and could keep an eye on it. For the pups. Well, they did. The excitement of the C.O. and the satisfaction of finally being home must have spilled over into a full blown party. These things can and do just happen, you know. Especially when married men are left unattended to but thats another story. Well they didn't get up and get going early the next day. Some other things had come up like a horse was out and something else but neither of them could get by to check the trap till it would be evening time. Never the less the wife has waited long enough. That new furniture is being delivered at 8 am Saturday morning. Shes on the scene early. Gets the furniture in and placed. The delivery guys finish and leave. Shes moving in now. Opens all the windows and doors to begin cleaning from top to bottom. Turns her big dog out, hes finally home with room to run. Shortly she hears the familiar bark of her trusty friend down by the creek. She goes to investigate. See nobody informed her not to let Rover out or about the trap. Hes successfully checked the trap now though and located a nice skunk specimen as the contents. She splits back to the house. Doesn't want anything to do with rover or his new friend! Rover follows. Rover beats her to the new house, doors are wide open. You probably see this coming but he rubs up all their furniture especially the couch and lays on the carpet. I'm still not sure whether they are in the house or not at this point? Or if they'll even stay together?