Eastmans cat hunt

[HoundDawg]

but people like you cant get over yourself and act like ike said, an asshole you must be one unbearable SOB in person i can only imagine soo just keep it shut please, you ruin perfectly good posts and no one thinks your funny or cool or any or that so on behalf of everyone, please shut the hell up its gettin old, fast
thank you sir

Those are some mighty kind words AZBeagle and 'ol HoundDawg appreciates you coming to his defense. Say that reminds me of the time my old Thunderheart dog started that lion track from 12 miles off. I was layin' in bed one morning and heard old Thunderheart let out a long bawl. Now 'ol HoundDawg would know that bark anywhere and it meant one thing.... el gato!! And by the tone and pitch of the bawl I knew it was a record book tom. That old redbone dog always had a bit different pitch when a book tom was involved.

So I dressed quickly, threw open the kennel door and he ran to the truck, opened the passenger side and hopped in. We grabbed a quick cup of mud at the Fast Gas and Thunderheart got himself a S'mores flavored Pop Tart as well. Then off we went.

With his nose out the window, he guided 'ol HoundDawg up the canyon... one chop bark meant hang a left and two barks meant go right. In my haste I rolled through an intersection and got pulled over going out of Spanish Fork. Thunderheart knew that the old scar-faced tom wasn't waiting around so he jumped out and put his thumb out.
Some hunters from Riverton picked him up and said he bailed out of the truck at the mouth of Diamond Fork. By the time I finished with the cop and found him, he had worked his way up into the head of Little Diamond and started that old tom track.

Well, away he went and that was that. 72 hours later and across 5 mountain ranges that old melon headed tom hit the dirt and gave his last breath, with a legendary red dog on his throat. He weighed in at 267 lbs and taped out at 11.5 feet. Now some of you will say 'ol HoundDawg is bragging but I've written well over 3,000 stories in some of the top hound publications in America... Time, Newsweek, NY Times, Sports Illustrated, GQ, Better Homes and Gardens, Penthouse, and Big Black Booty's (P Diddy's magazine), etc... so when 'ol HoundDawg says Thunderheart started a lion track from 12 miles off you better believe him. Anyone who doesn't believe it, well they are just jealous of my vast resume of hounding accomplishments not to mention my rugged good looks and charm.

I don't expect any of you to understand cuz 'ol Thunderheart was the best and nobody else has ever owned a dog that good. I only wish I had a witness to all that but I don't like to mix dogs so I was alone, but 'ol HoundDawg calls it like it is. So believe me it happened.

Only downside to the deal was that cold nosed 'ol Thunderheart dog got so excited as we were getting near the canyon that he took a dump right on the seat of Old Blue. And now the cab of that truck smells like S'mores!! Anybody looking to buy a clean one owner hunting truck, let me know. It would help if you had kids and they loved S'mores...

Rest in peace Thunderheart!! (He was killed by a pack of 6 lions, I think they just got together and realized the dog was SO GOOD they had to eliminate him, or face extinction. He killed four of the six lions but was just too exhausted to handle the other two)

Carry on boys and tree 'em if you got 'em!! And watch for my next story in my fav hunting magazine ever... Big Black Booty's!! Story is tentatively titled "HoundDawg's Baby Got Back!!"

[Jason Waterhouse]

LOL

[Mike Leonard]

Libby, Montana oh my Gawd!

I watched a special the other day about libby and all contaminates that were deposited there. The whole town is at a very high risk for cancer, and they say it would take decades and tons of money to ever clean it up.Too bad a pretty part of the country if you like tree, I mean lots of trees! I get the feeling that sombody is sneaking up on me in that closed in country I guess I spent too much time out where you can really see the Big Sky Country.

As for lion hunting up there I never have been but I am sure there are some steep hills in deep snow to pull. I was talking with Glenn McHarg who use to run the Bear Hunter's Inn in the UP of Michigan and Leo Dollins I beleive one time and they told me about their first trip to Libby. They said they had bear dogs that would run a bobcat and they were going to try for a lion. This was way back in the late 60's or early 70's they did this I beleive. Anyway they ended up catching 6 lions in two days and sort of got the feeling that lion hunting was easy. Deep snow had pushed the prey down into the river valley and the lions followed. Just cut them on the road and then go towards the tree way up the mountain they said. Anyway Glenn later learned ho hard lion hunting could be when he moved to Kanab, Utah and bought a motel and hunted there. Leo I beleive use to go back to Idaho and Montana yearly and hunt cats.

[Ike]

So what are you saying Mike, that the snow is deep in Libby and therefore catching lions is easy in the snow; or there isn't any snow in Kanab, Utah and therefore the lion catching is a little tougher; or snow catching is easy anywhere and dirt catching ain't; or that maybe there are more lions in Montana and few lions down south?

As we all know, a guy can turn out hounds and have them fall on the wood in hearing from the truck or trail until the scent is gone or those hounds' energy is gone. And only the guys that sent those dogs and made that tree ever really know what the situation was on that catch. Too often many of us like to make judgment on others when we really have no base to make that judgment. Nevertheless, it's fun I guess for the bystanders to take a shot ain't it............cause the good lord knows they like to take a shot at me huh!

I heard about one group of lion hunters that would sit around the campfire and call in lions at night and then go cut for tracks come morning. In some of the places I hunt, a guy would have to have some pretty good speakers to make that work...

keep'em treed,
ike

[Mike Leonard]

No Ike I am not saying anything like that I am just telling a story about Libby, Montana and what I heard from these guys. Actually my two sons graduated from high school in Libby so I know a little about the area. I didn't live there but they did.

I know one thing about hunting lions in deep snow. I HATE IT! I have had some of my worst times in the field in that dang deep snow. I have lost radios, leashes, antennas all kinds of stuff floundering around in it not to mention the damage to my vehicles.

Some years ago quite a few actually I made up my mind I was going to catch more lions than anybody else in the area that season. I had an 88 short bed 1/2 ton chevy 4x4 with a big gas engine and that was my hunting rig. I mean I was out there regardless mud, deep snow, or rain. I was driven I guess you would say but my driving was pretty wild. Oh I caught lion probably as many as anybody but no more, but I went thru transmission, center carrier bearings, transfer case, brakes and finally I blew the engine on that piece of junk and replaced it.

Reminded me of that Bobby Bare song ( The Winner). Guy wins all those fights but in the process his body is a total wreck but by golly he was the winner. LOL!


I have hunted Kanab a good deal and although i have had a little snow at times it burns off pretty quick sort of like the low country here. Boy I have got stuck in that country before pulling horsetraiers though. A lot of sand and blow sand in there and you can really bog down in that stuff if you are not careful.When you drop a full trailer load of horses down into that sand and it goes to the axles all you can do is unload and jack and dig and carry stuff to put under it to get back up on top and get out.

[HoundDawg]

I heard about one group of lion hunters that would sit around the campfire and call in lions at night and then go cut for tracks come morning. In some of the places I hunt, a guy would have to have some pretty good speakers to make that work.

I heard about that same deal Dennis... on the Outdoor Channel. Hard to believe those clowns killed two toms in two days huh? I guess you just never know.

I know this guy from Vegas named Fred and he saw that show where those clowns were blowing predator calls. He told me he didn't care if his guide blew a goose call all day up the canyon, if it would have shown him a lion in a tree.

I guess that's why I don't get into those shows too much, they are always just peddling sponsors of some kind. But if a guy can make a living doing hunting shows, more power to him. Has to be more exciting than my job.

But does make a guy wonder... wonder if you could call in a lion with a goose call? Hell, might be worth a shot!! Would sure make a good magazine story for Outdoor Life!

[Catman]

I just blew lemonade all over the room Thunderheart...lol

[Ike]

I should have known Mike, cause you almost never get in the gutter with these guys to my memory. Too often most of us find fault with or simplify the conditions that others have to run in and you and I both know what they say about making assumptions don't we? Yup, when a guy goes to assuming stuff it usually just means a guy has made an ass out of u and me!

Catching a lion can be pretty tough or pretty damn easy in about any condition, whether it's dry ground or snow. My son and I laughed over one little hunt we made a few years back after a single lion crossed the road. Well, we sent dogs and then walked the backtrail of that lion before it crossed and those single tracks turned to two lions. Cool huh?

Anyways, I had four dogs going down a single lion track to start and then realized we had two sets of tracks. Damn if those dogs didn't tree on three different trees up and down that canyon: my old LionHeart dog had an old bitch lion in a pinion tree, and on up the canyon my Ike dog had about a two year old tom lion in the tree, and then further up the canyon Ryan and Rowen had the female littermate to that tom I believe in a fir tree.

We both laughed as we took photos and pulled dogs, and then I told him: "Lots of time a guy starts a tom and bitch lion track and catches the bitch, but when you start the Wolf Pack on a bitch track they catch a tom and two bitches."

We both laughed over that catch for sometime............as you know Mike, when the hounds go out it isn't always easy to know what or when things are gonna come down, what they are gonna catch or if they are gonna catch.......

ike

[Doogie]

Ok Ok back to the topic of this thread, anyone else see the epsiode?

I saw the Bowfishing epsiode of The Crush with Lee and Tiffiany last night, all I can say is WOW what wouldent I do to see her under a tree wait a second I have seen that......epsiode

[Mike Leonard]

I saw that episode too. If you were a rich Midwest farmer with a BIG ahh whitetail or two on your place maybe you could.


Get real all this crap is so cut and edited it would make you sick. Trust me I have been around some of those productions and it is nothing more than that. As Ike said when you cut em loose there is no telling what will happen or when or where you will end up but trust me camera man for the CRUSH will not be there, and Tiffaney will be back looking for that BIG ahhhh whitetail. LOL! LOL!

[Kevin D]

LMAO about ol' Thunderheart. But tell me Dawg, how is he for finding lost golf balls??

My old P.J. dog might not have been much to look at; he was a bit rough, always had a hint of liquor on his breath, and often hung out on the wrong side of the tracks, but that dog was a helluva caddy.

Now there is a dog to be jealous of!

[Ike]

But none of those dogs would ever hold a candle to that Chestnut dog ol' McGhee had. Word has it he spent all his time winning free drinks on the pool table at the waterhole, and then would steal his master's credit card to make regular visits to the local whore house near elk snout.......

Now that was a hound and eastman's should have followed that dog around with a camera...........

[chilcotin hillbilly]

Heh Ike, just how many lions have your dogs stole out from under houndawgs hounds. Or is it that he caught you servicing his ol lady and she smiles everytime your name is mentioned. Gawly, it got to be something like that as it seems that he really doesn't like you. Keep doing what you are doing Ike. Your stories make a good read.

[HoundDawg]

Ok Ok back to the topic of this thread, anyone else see the episode?

Those are kind words Doogie and I appreciate you trying to get things back on topic here, of course the topic being ME! So let's try to focus a bit here people, we are talking about ME! As many of you know, this site was created to be a personal forum for me to expound on my hounding greatness and share my vast hounding prowess with lesser hunters like yourselves, who have feebly attempted to catch game with lesser dogs that have never measured up to my legendary Thunderheart dog.

Doogie's post makes me recollect the time I guided some hot shots on a bear hunt, they were filming a movie for the Outdoor Channel. Having coffee this morning with my good buddy Bob Sacamano, he reminded me of that hunt and we both got a bit misty eyed remembering that old dog and that now infamous bear hunt.

At the time 'ol HoundDawg was busy traveling the country putting on Karate demonstrations, as my extensive hounding skills were second only to my world famous martial arts expertise. I spent much of my time in South America working with some young pupils I saw potential in... Gracie's I think was the name. But all of this time away had left poor 'ol Thunderheart sitting in the kennel and a wee bit soft. For whatever reason he chose to spend his afternoon's lounging in the shade instead of using the costly StairMaster I had purchased him to stay in shape.

But those Karate demonstrations and travel had taken a toll on poor 'ol HoundDawg as well. Not only did I twist an ankle but 5 new states had also declared my hands and feet to be lethal weapons, so poor 'ol Dawg couldn't even order a plate of cheese fries without people fleeing from the Diner screaming in terror at the site of my hands, for fear they would unleash an attack and call down the thunder. Plus I was facing charges in Illinois for causing a Natural Disaster. In an exhibition match I unleashed a roundhouse kick with such force that it altered the local wind currents, created a mini funnel cloud there in the gym which eventually escaped out the door and turned into a full on tornado.

So when I returned home for this bear hunt, I was under tremendous stress and poor 'ol Thunderheart was out of shape. The hot shots from the TV show hit town and we decided to hunt the Indian Reservation, in search of a giant bear spoken of often in Indian lore. The Indians had taken me in as one of their own, dubbed me Walking Eagle and the next morning we struck out in search of the bear they called "D-9"... because lore had it the bear was as large as a D-9 Cat.

Thunderheart blew air in the first canyon, but the rig was on the wind. With his nose in the air he analyzed, then he ran some quick mathematical computations... factoring in the bears direction of travel, average speed and of course taking into consideration the steep country, 'ol Thunder told me the old bear was probably somewhere up in the head of Grabass Creek. I should note here that Thunderheart couldn't actually talk (that would be ludicrous) but we communicated through a series of tail wags and thumps, and chop barks.

Deep in Grabass Creek Thunder blew air hard and away he went and that was that. Well actually, he caught up to the old bear and the war was on. 'Ol Thunder knew he was over-matched, but as the giant stock killing bear, which the ADC had been after for 32 years, whirled to run suddenly Thunder saw his chance... Next thing I knew it was a rolling ball of fighting fury rolling down the mountain.

When the dust and blood cleared, that 'ol dog had really outdone himself. He managed to slip off his TriTronics shock collar and put it on the bear. Thunder came running back to me, grabbed the Controller and began to shock the living hell out of 'ol D-9. Every time the bear would rush in or bluff him, Thunder would lay the electricity to the giant bear.

Finally, the giant bear made his stand... unable to withstand the steady dose of voltage Thunder was giving him. A well placed shot let the air out of the bear and with Thunderheart latched on to his throat, the bear drew his last breath and all 876 lbs of him slumped to the earth for the last time.

Thunderheart stood trembling, blood soaked and exhausted from his war with the great beast, and my buddy Bob Sacamano then pointed out his tracking collar was missing. Later on we located the collar and I'll be damned if that 'ol dog hadn't treed a big tom lion along the way, took off his tracking collar (Marshall of course because anything other than Marshall would be an insult to put on a dog like Thunderheart)... and he hung that collar under the tree where that big tom chose to climb.

I told that TV fellar that was a $25,000 dollar tom and he cut me a check and the lion fell. That was my first experience with TV Hunting shows and I found it to be quite interesting. Their main sponsors were a company that makes Canine Tampax for dogs and an outfit out of Sweden that made Solar Powered Penis pumps. So of course we were instructed to mention the sponsors of the show at any opportunity.

Not as easy as it sounds... to be walking a mean bear and mention Dogs menstrual cycles or Penis pumps, but we still managed. I recall one of those TV guys with the camera rolling telling me, "I've never seen dog work like that in my 246 years of hunting experience" and my buddy Bob Sacamano said, "I'll tell you what else is amazing... my solar powered Penis Pump. It's effective and it's eco-friendly, giving off 25% less emissions than the gasoline powered penis pumps that are so popular here in the Basin."

So we managed to work in the sponsorships, but it was a day to remember and 'ol Thunderheart stole the show! But you are right Mike, all the sponsorship stuff does kind of take the reality and authenticity out of those shows.

Hmmm, I kind of lost my train of thought... what were we talking about? Oh ME, that's right!! Say, did I ever tell you folks about how I invented the Internet? I guess that's a story for another time, 'ol HoundDawg is always here for you when you need him... getting it done and sharing my knowledge with the less fortunate and capable along the way.

Tree 'em if you got 'em but like Doogie says, please keep it on topic and let's stay focused on ME!! Over and out!

[BlacktailStalker]

"When the dust and blood cleared, that 'ol dog had really outdone himself. He managed to slip off his TriTronics shock collar and put it on the bear. Thunder came running back to me, grabbed the Controller and began to shock the living hell out of 'ol D-9."

Thats pretty funny right there.
I couldnt give 2 s'more shits about the politics between anybody on here but there is some creative thinking going