The Nike Mom
Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 5:23 pm
I had been cutting track for 3 ½ hrs and had not found anything but females and kittens. I was dead ended at the top of the mountain, so I turned around and headed back over my own tracks. At 9:30 I found where a 130 lb class sub adult male, who was still living with his mom, had crossed over my tracks from a few hours earlier. I got out and looked around for mom and it appeared that he was alone. In a couple of minutes I had the Koflach’s laced up tight and dumped the three Camerons, old Blue, his daughter Zia and her son Iceman – a Blueman son. With three generations of solid lion hounds on the ground, I felt pretty good. In short order we came to where he had made a stalk and jumped 25 feet onto the back of a muledeer. He rode the deer about 30 yards and then they slammed into a Ponderosa and the lion fell off. They went their separate ways, the deer had no blood in it’s tracks’, but the lion had broken a left rear toenail and was leaving blood in it’s track as it walked away. I always wonder at some of the things I see when I go track for track with the dogs.
About ½ mile further, there lays mom’s track, squarely over the top of junior’s. Of coarse, the dogs took mom and disappeared. I followed along and came to a steep open rock/dirt slide. I saw where she stopped and turned on the dogs briefly on the edge and then she made a run for the off limits zone. It was a subdivision of 40 acre lots and houses. At the bottom of the 1 mile long slope, she turned and fought again. The whole slope was bare of any trees, brush or grass. I would have surely liked to get a video of her running at breakneck speed down that slope with those three Camerons on her ass! I stood at the rim and turned on the tracker. They were treed four miles away.
I made it down to the valley floor and started towards the dogs. Just then, here comes this SUV hauling ass up to us and out jumps this guy with a semi auto pistol in his hand, locked and cocked and ready to rock. The dude looked like ZZ Top’s brother and was definitely going to exercise Colorado’s “Make My Day Law” and shoot somebody. It took me 20 minutes to get him calmed down. Come to find out somebody had been stealing things from the houses in there and this dude was dead set on putting an end to it.
I told him that I had a pistol like his in my pack and would be more that happy to shoot a thief for him myself. Come to find out, he had motion sensors all through the woods and the hounds and lion had tripped them when they went through. After a 45 minute meeting, 300yds from the tree, I asked him how he felt about killing lions. He said, “I used to own Redbones and Walkers, as far as I care, kill ‘em all”. Well I wasn’t about to shoot a female, but it was good to know. Just then, here comes Blue and Iceman to see why I wasn’t coming to the tree. I quickly excused ourselves and went to see Zia and the female in the tree. When I got there, guess what? She had jumped from one Ponderosa to the one next door, and then jumped onto a 20 foot diameter boulder that was 10 feet high, and then off to the adjacent north slope, and then over the top. Zia had figured it out and was on her way, but I shut her down.
We were way too far into civilization to go any further. Besides, we were five miles from the truck and would be lucky to get back by dark as it was. It had rained most of the day and was really coming down at that point. I felt we were lucky enough, to have not been shot and arrested, so we left well enough alone. Yep, the Nike Mom, she has definitely been schooled over the years.
About ½ mile further, there lays mom’s track, squarely over the top of junior’s. Of coarse, the dogs took mom and disappeared. I followed along and came to a steep open rock/dirt slide. I saw where she stopped and turned on the dogs briefly on the edge and then she made a run for the off limits zone. It was a subdivision of 40 acre lots and houses. At the bottom of the 1 mile long slope, she turned and fought again. The whole slope was bare of any trees, brush or grass. I would have surely liked to get a video of her running at breakneck speed down that slope with those three Camerons on her ass! I stood at the rim and turned on the tracker. They were treed four miles away.
I made it down to the valley floor and started towards the dogs. Just then, here comes this SUV hauling ass up to us and out jumps this guy with a semi auto pistol in his hand, locked and cocked and ready to rock. The dude looked like ZZ Top’s brother and was definitely going to exercise Colorado’s “Make My Day Law” and shoot somebody. It took me 20 minutes to get him calmed down. Come to find out somebody had been stealing things from the houses in there and this dude was dead set on putting an end to it.
I told him that I had a pistol like his in my pack and would be more that happy to shoot a thief for him myself. Come to find out, he had motion sensors all through the woods and the hounds and lion had tripped them when they went through. After a 45 minute meeting, 300yds from the tree, I asked him how he felt about killing lions. He said, “I used to own Redbones and Walkers, as far as I care, kill ‘em all”. Well I wasn’t about to shoot a female, but it was good to know. Just then, here comes Blue and Iceman to see why I wasn’t coming to the tree. I quickly excused ourselves and went to see Zia and the female in the tree. When I got there, guess what? She had jumped from one Ponderosa to the one next door, and then jumped onto a 20 foot diameter boulder that was 10 feet high, and then off to the adjacent north slope, and then over the top. Zia had figured it out and was on her way, but I shut her down.
We were way too far into civilization to go any further. Besides, we were five miles from the truck and would be lucky to get back by dark as it was. It had rained most of the day and was really coming down at that point. I felt we were lucky enough, to have not been shot and arrested, so we left well enough alone. Yep, the Nike Mom, she has definitely been schooled over the years.
how do you guys have time to hunt when you have to dream up such fascinating details to throw into your stories?