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Unreal_tk wrote:I finished the book recently. I thought it was a great read, a lot of information for a green bobcat guy. Really made me think a little.... .

Thank you T.K. It was really nice meeting you. Glad the book got you thinking. That is one thing most good bobcat hunters seem to have in common: thinking.

Re: David/s Book

Postby Justaguy » Sun Jul 28, 2013 12:21 am
Hey Everyone;

I just bought a copy of David's book in paper back form for twelve bucks plus shipping which comes out to be around 16.00's shipped. I realize it is a newly released book but Amazon has it for sale. Just a comment for those of you who might be looking for a copy !

Justaguy


Well, there you go. I wonder if it is the same book, or someone else by the same name wrote it and manufactured it. At any rate, Better jump on it, as I wont be selling them for that price, and the cover will be a little different.

Hey Everyone;

I just bought a copy of David's book in paper back form for twelve bucks plus shipping which comes out to be around 16.00's shipped. I realize it is a newly released book but Amazon has it for sale. Just a comment for those of you who might be looking for a copy !

Justaguy

Dan McDonough wrote: She was however, extreamly smart and she even thought she could talk. She wasn't quite smart enough to know that you couldn't understand her the way you would another human though but she would talk to you in the same way we might talk after a particularly exciting hunt....It was a special batch of dogs that I'm still hunting but I still have not seen another quite as advanced as Rachel. She was really something.

It is weird how much I miss that dog. As you said, I only had her 2 1/2 years, but was hunting hard during that time. When my heart starts hurting for the dogs, I am usually thinking of her.
One of my favorite memories of her she was trashing on a bear. I don't hunt bear but on top of that, this was Minnesota and illegal to run bear. I did not have a shocker on her and kept missing her at every crossing and could not get close enough to hear her good or call her. Then she crossed a road into an area I had never been. There was water in the ditch and that bear had done a good job of watering that road where he crossed, her wet tracks were a ways to the downwind side. I had a map and this section did not have a road for five miles on any side. It was a river running through a massive swamp and it was getting dark. I kept ringing that area trying to get a signal on her. With triangulation I could tell she had stalled right smack in the middle of that swamp. She did not move for a couple hours and I was thinking the worst. I DID NOT want to go in that hole at night with nothing but a couple little AA flashlights. But I was not going to wait till morning, in case she was still alive.

Some of you maybe have never hunted swamp country. You are blessed.

Last summer I was trying to pull weeds at my folks place. This one plant would push up through the ground here, and then way over there. You would pull one, and the root would lead you over to where the other had pushed up through the earth. I think that is how hell is. It is under ground but there are these places where it pushes up to the surface. Those places are called swamps and I was headed into the nastiest one I have ever been in. The hard part was you could never tell where the river channel was. I could probably write a small book on just trying to get back into the middle of this thing to get my dog that was probably already dead.

I had to take the tracking unit, so the major challenge was trying to keep that thing high enough to keep it dry. There were moments when I did not feel very strong or very macho. There were moments when I would have given anything to just be out of there. Then I could lay on the road in the fetal position, cry like a baby, and just hope my dog had been given a merciful death. But going back to the truck would have been just as hard as going forward, and I still had the hope of hearing her treed.

And, finally, I did hear her. And what a tremedous releif! She sounded just like she sounded the first time she ever treed a coon. She was just a little fart running loose around the tent. I was sleeping peacefully with my two kids, and she woke me up on one of her adventures with the local critters. I could tell she was treed but it was more like booger barking. Her voice was quivering in fear. She was saying, "I got you...but please don't come any closer to me." It made me laugh real hard when I got to where I could see her. Then she saw me and all of a sudden got real brave like she was real tough. She was much too small to be fooling with coon and I was just glad he did not turn on her.

There it was again: "I got you but please don't come any closer to me." I thought about the first time I had heard that and it made me smile. That was my first smile of the night. And as much as I would have liked to go all the way to her, I did not. In fact I was thinking suicide might be my only option. I did not want to go forward and I did not want to go back. I called her. And as Dan knows, when I call, my dogs come no matter what. They don't need shock collars for that.

I could sure have used a little company right about then, so I was pretty pumped about seeing her again. She could not hear me when she was barking, but finally she silenced and listened, and then I knew she was on her way. That felt pretty good.

Well she showed up, and the party was on. She mounted me with her feet on my chest. She looked into my eyes for a few seconds. Then she started in. Just like Dan said, she could talk. She talked and talked and talked. When she said something funny, I laughed. In fact, I laughed even when it wasn't funny. I might have even cried but I would not tell you if I did. I don't know how long she would have went on, but after a few minutes I interrupted her. If she could talk with an inside voice I could have lasted longer. As it was, my ears were hurting. I said we can talk about it some more later on, but we gotta start thinking about how to get out of here. I told her I was proud of her and even if it was trash, I expected her to trash skillfully, and she had done a good job. I do not have even the slightest memory of leaving that place. Probably that defense mechanism that wont let you remember too much trauma. I just know I am not there any more. Thank you Jesus!

Dang it Dan. I wish she was not dead, but yet I am glad she is. Now she can be perfect, and before, she never could be. I miss her bad sometimes.

mike martell wrote:David, thanks for writing the book, I look forward to meeting you again!
Mike

You are welcome, and yes it was great meeting you. Thank you for putting together some of that breeding information on Bucko, Nikki and the dogs that came through Bill Paestch etc.

mark wrote:Those dogs could catch some cats, but they were BEAR DOGS!
JMHO

Mark, those dogs caught a lot of bobcats for a lot of different people, but I agree with you. If I did not agree with you, I would still have them.

Justaguy wrote:Hey Everyone;

I just bought a copy of David's book in paper back form for twelve bucks plus shipping which comes out to be around 16.00's shipped. I realize it is a newly released book but Amazon has it for sale. Just a comment for those of you who might be looking for a copy !

Justaguy

Justaguy, or anyone else smart about these things, is there any way to know how many copies of these books Amazon has available? It would be interesting to know if these are the copies I gave JC to raise money, which would be great... OR if someone else is manufacturing my book. It would kind of help me in deciding how many more to print, lol.

David

I was reading about the book so I went onto Amazon and entered david peightal and got back a hint. The title of the book is The Northern Bobcat Dog - Hunting the Little Big Game and it says they have two copies. One new and one used with a grayish looking cover with a nice looking walker standing and a bobcat laying in front of the dog. It say David Peightal is the author of the book.

Justaguy

Thankyou, Justaguy. I never thought I would have books on Amazon. I guess I am famous now

david wrote:

mark wrote:Those dogs could catch some cats, but they were BEAR DOGS!
JMHO

Mark, those dogs caught a lot of bobcats for a lot of different people, but I agree with you. If I did not agree with you, I would still have them.

I am sure mark you are correct on the dogs you hunted with, however as I stated the ones I hunted with had a lot of different blood in them. The first one I trained out of Robin/s Hunter male was a small make female that ran a track very close, was a natural locator, however she did take longer than desired to start barking at the tree, but from a young age she located and stayed tight to the tree, even while other dogs got loose sometimes. she was as broke as any hound I ever hunted with, I loved her she would get behind the four wheeler & refuse to hunt if there was a coyote around. After I had invested time helping her understand what I wanted. She was however tighter than I like on an old tough scent, so I sold her to my friend at about four years old. He caught 5 bobcat with her in the first seven trips he hunted her. Not bad for this area, he was also having some issues with some in the pack and she helped him get things figured out pronto. He kept her until she was nine years old, sold her to an eldery lady whom had hunted hounds for years. That lady continued to catch bobcat with her and she help straighten out another pack. I recall the first hunter I sold her to told me I had her so broke he would never need to run an ecollar on her. My advice was, hounds are never that broke, just when you think that they will make a fool of you. Rest in peace Little Red, so named because her head was bright red. No she was not perfect, but I have yet to hunt with one that was. Al

al baldwin wrote:

david wrote:

mark wrote:Those dogs could catch some cats, but they were BEAR DOGS!
JMHO

Mark, those dogs caught a lot of bobcats for a lot of different people, but I agree with you. If I did not agree with you, I would still have them.

I am sure mark you are correct on the dogs you hunted with, however as I stated the ones I hunted with had a lot of different blood in them. Al

Al, If I could do it over again, I would do just what you said. I would use those dogs as a foundation and introduce some different blood. The foundation was oustanding. There were things in those dogs that I have never again seen so strong. And some of these are things bobcat hunters need and want but often have trouble finding. I agree with you and Ray Mears and many other top houndsmen that the ultimate goal would be a dog that excelled at cat and bear both. You and others have seen them that could. I have not seen them yet. I know they are out there though. My suspicion and unproved theory would be that they were started on cat and well established on cat before being introduced to bear. You are blessed to have known some of them. Maybe you can tell me if my theory holds any water.

i just bought one---- it says 1 available and then as u click thru it says there are 4

David
Following this post and reading about the foundation of this line of dogs reminds me of all hounds and strains we hunt.

I think your theory will prove out just as you think. Start with a foundation and introduce different blood is how you keep moving forward, line breeding is great if you have the right dogs. Here is my problem, I will not live long enough to find the proper mix to suit me and so the quest for excellence continues, that is for reasons of not wanting to go backwards.

Every line of dogs has short comings and don't always measure up to what our standards should reflect. I watch those who are stuck on certain old lines from the past and many times those folks are looking at a photo album from the past and not what's is sitting in the tree.

I monkey around with different dogs all the time to see if there is something better. Here is my example, I have introduced some extreme line bred English breeding into my dogs. I have hunted two as good of bred English hounds and find them to be nice dogs, as nice as dogs get.......but, they too are lacking a component.

Is it the dog or me? They tree everything and I'm not happy? I will never be happy with any breed and strain ever, why? Just the way it is.....Their is no such thing as a pack dog, or single department dog that stays long in my kennel and the list goes on and on....

Here is what you accomplished.....You made it about as close as you will ever get in the hound world and those who continued towards the finish line that bred and improved the line did so out of their own demands. No two hounds or people are alike.

I will quote the words of a top Oregon houndsmen who owned quite a lot of that blood....I have never raised a litter of pups on my place in all the years I have hunted(about fifty) I follow the word of mouth and simply hunt what is getting it done.

Like in every Presidency, History will reveal the truth....Nice hounds in a nice era Mr. David. If you missed this era, You about missed it all......

Mike

I hunted the Banjo blood and different crosses of it for 11 or 12 years. I am not saying they couldnt catch cats. All i know is with the ones i hunted, if your life depended on the dogs being able to catch a tough hard running ducking cat or a hard running rank bear you better put them on the bear.

Man, it has been fun for me to learn about this stuff and remember a lot of things that would have been long gone from my mind. You know, I am used to trash talking my own dogs. I see their faults and that is what I talk about more than anything. I am like you, Mike, in that way. We are what a good psychologist calls "sort by different". We see what is "off, wrong, or missing". It really is genetic and we cant do a thing about it except try and temper it enough to be tolerable to those around us. We usually join ourselves to "sort by same" folks who see how beautifully everything works and fits together. I know there are both types in these discussions and it keeps things interesting.

What has been hard for me to figure out is that when I trash talk my banjo and rainbow, I am no longer just talking about my two dogs, but the dogs of a lot of people. I am sorry it took me so long to figure that out, and I would have been much more careful if I had figured it out... because I dont want or need to trash talk any one elses dogs. I try to be honest about my own, and probably to a fault. No one would ever buy a dog from me on what I say about it because I see and talk about their faults. People who hunt with me have been the ones to buy my dogs.

Anyway, I am heading out on the job again and might not see internet till Friday or so. Just so you know I am not trying to be rude by not responding to something that might show up here. Thank you Al for starting this out with your nice comments on the book. I wrote it more with beginners in mind, but it sure is nice to know you enjoyed parts of it.

Thanks again, Your friend, David