Too Much Fun
Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 12:30 am
The last two days have just been too much fun for me to handle without telling someone. It all started yesterday morning when we cut two lions running together. A fellow houndsman(Mt dog) pulled up a little before daylight and stopped to visit. We discussed lots of stuff and he told me that he treed a female and a little tom that were running together in the same area a few weeks earlier. I just enjoy listening to people that know what they are talking about. Well at daylight we turned out my little pup and gave him a few minutes while we collared up the rest of the "mob". I was with two of my friends and they each have two dogs. We then dropped them all on the track and they caught up to the pup in short order. Within a few minutes my year and a half old female peeled off from the "mob". I ran around in the truck to see if she was trashing or what was going on. She had taken the females track by herself and was doin fairly well, so I fell in after her to make sure she was OK. My two buddies went with the "mob" and they treed shortly. It was a small tom, just as we were told it would be. They worked with my pup and one of my buddie's pups and got them to tree well. Meanwhile my little female was still banging away at the female and ran her for a couple miles and finally got her jumped and treed shortly after. It was her first solo catch. I was pumped! The guys turned the mob onto my tracks and soon they all showed up and I got the pups to tree again. By this time they were definately primed and ready to go! I let them tree for about a half hour and called them all off the tree and walked peacefully back to the truck with all six dogs following single file down the trail. I was dumbfounded to say the least!!!
Then today we all went out again and couldn't find a good track to run by 9 AM and decided to call it a day. I dropped them off and went home. When I got home my wife and daughter were leaving so I decided to take my little Duncan pup out by himself and see what we could scrape up. We just went up above the house onto public ground and cut a nice track walking down the road. I checked it out and decided to give it a whirl. I collared him up and let him out of the truck and he ran around to the front of the truck and hit the track and was gone! He was trailing the road and moving it well and then all the sudden he exploded and took off to the left side of the road. I hustled up there and saw that the track he was working had been walked over the other way reciently by a nice tom. He was about 200 yards out and I called him back and turned him onto the newer tom track headed up the hill to the right. He took it like the cat was still in the tracks. He ran it wide open for about a mile and a half and I saw him start to circle on the GPS. I was considerably behind him at this point so I quit following his tracks and cut over towards him. He tried to locate for about 15 minutes or so but couldn't find the cat. He started to walk back out on his tracks and I caught him about 200 yards from where he stopped the track and turned him around. He ran back to the tree and was still trying to locate when I got there. I looked around for a few minutes and finally found a nice tom in the top of a big ol' fir. I guarantee there was no happier man in the forest at that moment.
thanks for listening....
Scott
Then today we all went out again and couldn't find a good track to run by 9 AM and decided to call it a day. I dropped them off and went home. When I got home my wife and daughter were leaving so I decided to take my little Duncan pup out by himself and see what we could scrape up. We just went up above the house onto public ground and cut a nice track walking down the road. I checked it out and decided to give it a whirl. I collared him up and let him out of the truck and he ran around to the front of the truck and hit the track and was gone! He was trailing the road and moving it well and then all the sudden he exploded and took off to the left side of the road. I hustled up there and saw that the track he was working had been walked over the other way reciently by a nice tom. He was about 200 yards out and I called him back and turned him onto the newer tom track headed up the hill to the right. He took it like the cat was still in the tracks. He ran it wide open for about a mile and a half and I saw him start to circle on the GPS. I was considerably behind him at this point so I quit following his tracks and cut over towards him. He tried to locate for about 15 minutes or so but couldn't find the cat. He started to walk back out on his tracks and I caught him about 200 yards from where he stopped the track and turned him around. He ran back to the tree and was still trying to locate when I got there. I looked around for a few minutes and finally found a nice tom in the top of a big ol' fir. I guarantee there was no happier man in the forest at that moment.
thanks for listening....
Scott




