Don't lose emphasis on treeing by scent in your lion hounds
Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 5:54 pm
I was watching 2 10 week old pups working last evening and this brought this subject back to my attention.
I had a toy that had only my scent on it and what scent the pups had got on it while playing with it. I hid this toy up and away from the pups out of a sight a good 10-12 feet up, and just sat down and observed them. there was a very slight breeze blowing and the temp. was probably in the mid-70's. They cast this way and that way noses popping looking for the toy. they would cast off a bit hit the scent then come back into line and worked around till they were directly down-wind of the hidden toy. a few times they circled but after finding no toy they came back to the wind tunnel and then began to seek higher and higher in the air, becoming more and more convinced that their target was there they just couldn't see it. Soon one of them opened and then the other followed and soon they were locked up on the scent, and they scrambled around trying everything they could get up on to get closer to the source of the smell. Hence they located it by scent.
Well no big deal you say, that is what tree dogs are suppose to do. And you are right but it made me think about how many pups and grown hounds I have seen who were very weak when it comes to this.
Many times lion hounds especially in the southwest bay or tree lions in bluffs or low trees where they can see the game a lot of the time and therefore scent location is not that big a deal. a lot of hunters take it for granted and when choosing to cross some dogs to get pups these is not high on this list criteria they use to select these mating's.
Bobcat and coon hunters on the other hand know the importance of this trait and they will not keep a dog that can't locate in big timber or high bluffs.
I have spent years hunting in the southwest and I have seen many, many times hounds have successfully put a lion in a tree or a bluff and seen their dogs work get confused or bored , come out or go on and the hunter never knows that he had the lion all along. Especially now days when so many guys follow the hunt on a garmin rather than actually staying right with the hounds.
Cold Strike, extreme trail grubbing, and smart drifting are all important for a top lion dogs as well as extreme endurance and handle but never forget this trait when choosing parent of a great cross.
A little story to illustrate the importance:
I had a good friend and was a very good big game hunter who wanted a truly trophy sized tom lion for his collection. He had hunted with me a number of times and got to see a number of lions in the tree but never one that he felt was quite what he wanted to do a life-sized mount on.
During a period of the season where I had been very busy he had chosen to go out with several other hunters and they had got on the trail of a really big tom several times in and area which is fairly high and has some big canyons with a lot of fairly heavy timber especially on the north facing slopes. Both times they had cut the tom's track fairly early in decent snow and got a good run on him but he had made it into the bluffs and after some hours of trailing and traveling they would end up picking up the dogs scattered around on the roads coming out tired, but no lion.
He told me I just know that last time I waded into the canyon to get close to the dogs that lion was right there. The snow was bared off on some of the slopes but I could see by his tracks he had been up and running and circling around some thru those bluffs, but there were just dog tracks everywhere but they could never take him out of there. He said he had watched one old female dog who kept going back down the same line into some really have spruce timber time and time again but she would never settle and then the other dogs would blow up and suck her out of there again. he said she did it several times but he never got down to her before she came out and went to the running dogs. He asked my what I thought?
I told him not being there I wasn't sure but it sounded to me like the lion had done some running probably had been run before and jumped and was a little smart and then it just got in some heavy stuff maybe skipped off a bluff and landed up high and just sat it out.
He said he had mentioned that to the guy who had the dogs but he said there was no way his dogs would miss a big lion in a tree and that the lion had slipped out, and was probably long gone.
He told me that the last run had taken place just that morning and they had given it up around 11 and came in and got lunch, and that is when he called me.
I asked him if he would like to show me the area as I was free that afternoon and we could see if we could find where the lion came out? He jumped at the chance so we jumped in the truck and I just loaded one old high tan female hound and we went up there.
Well most all the snow on top was gone and it was getting pretty warm but we waded off into the canyon leading old Kate, and soon were among dog and people tracks and we could still see the lions track in places. I asked him to show me where the other hound kept going back to and he showed me where she would break out of the oak and head across a rock slide and then into a timbered header. We got over there and I let Kate go. She just sort of poked around not really interested in trying a track that had been covered by so many other dogs track some hours earlier by the other hounds.
She drifted off and finally crossed the slide which was about 200 yards across and then went into the header. She never opened and we just stood thee and listened to see if she could figure which way it headed out of there. She was a very experienced hound and loved a good detective story. I'll bet we stood there 20 minutes maybe more and she never came back and we never heard a peep, and we were just about ready to go fetch her, and here it came....
A long drawn out horn bawl that quivered and made that old header just ring. I knew we were both holding our breath waiting for another bawl to follow, but it never came. The next sound was just the steady, OwK! OwK! OwK! Owk! she was treed!
Half running half falling and crawling we headed into the timber. In about 400 yards we found ourselves in a bowl like crater with rim-rocks around it and scant spruce and pines around the perimeter. There was Kate up against the wall if the rim-rock barking up a huge ponderosa pine that grew close to the lip of the rim. I told my friend right there is where that son of a gun climbed out and jumped over. We headed over to get her and then try to figure how to circle around and get on top to see what we could do with the track from there. When we got to the tree I checked it over to see if I could tell where the lion climbed it but it was so trashed out around the base by dog tracks I couldn't tell for sure. But by Kate's earnest barking I knew the scent was strong there. I had to literally drag Kate from that place choking and dragging to follow us down the wall of the bowl several hundred yards to where we could find a place we could by doing a lot of climbing and scaling get up the other side. Once we got on top we hurried back towards the spot above where the big tree was. As I got close I just unsnapped Kate and she ran ahead of us. She no sooner got there and he started treeing again but this time hanging her head over the side of the rim.
Well she has gone crazy I said and I felt I would have to find the track and drag her over to it. I just reached her and was grabbing her to snap her up when I looked over that lip, and right there not 10 feet away lay a big old huge tom on a small shelf that was unseen from below just flattened out hiding. Well I'll be dogged, that rascal is hiding right here!
I believe when the original dogs had run him around he finally decided to climbed out but finding this place to ease out on he just cooned up right there, and those dogs either never got to the tree or they didn't stay with the scent that was blowing off there and just finally gave it up. Could be a lot of explanations but old Kate followed her nose not here eyes and it told her regardless that lion is there, and wild horses were not going to drag her away if she could help it. Locating Tree Dog!
OBTW, my friend decided not to shoot this lion although he was a good one, he said just that experience was enough for him and that smart old bugger deserved another run. He said we will get on another one some day. And we did.....
I had a toy that had only my scent on it and what scent the pups had got on it while playing with it. I hid this toy up and away from the pups out of a sight a good 10-12 feet up, and just sat down and observed them. there was a very slight breeze blowing and the temp. was probably in the mid-70's. They cast this way and that way noses popping looking for the toy. they would cast off a bit hit the scent then come back into line and worked around till they were directly down-wind of the hidden toy. a few times they circled but after finding no toy they came back to the wind tunnel and then began to seek higher and higher in the air, becoming more and more convinced that their target was there they just couldn't see it. Soon one of them opened and then the other followed and soon they were locked up on the scent, and they scrambled around trying everything they could get up on to get closer to the source of the smell. Hence they located it by scent.
Well no big deal you say, that is what tree dogs are suppose to do. And you are right but it made me think about how many pups and grown hounds I have seen who were very weak when it comes to this.
Many times lion hounds especially in the southwest bay or tree lions in bluffs or low trees where they can see the game a lot of the time and therefore scent location is not that big a deal. a lot of hunters take it for granted and when choosing to cross some dogs to get pups these is not high on this list criteria they use to select these mating's.
Bobcat and coon hunters on the other hand know the importance of this trait and they will not keep a dog that can't locate in big timber or high bluffs.
I have spent years hunting in the southwest and I have seen many, many times hounds have successfully put a lion in a tree or a bluff and seen their dogs work get confused or bored , come out or go on and the hunter never knows that he had the lion all along. Especially now days when so many guys follow the hunt on a garmin rather than actually staying right with the hounds.
Cold Strike, extreme trail grubbing, and smart drifting are all important for a top lion dogs as well as extreme endurance and handle but never forget this trait when choosing parent of a great cross.
A little story to illustrate the importance:
I had a good friend and was a very good big game hunter who wanted a truly trophy sized tom lion for his collection. He had hunted with me a number of times and got to see a number of lions in the tree but never one that he felt was quite what he wanted to do a life-sized mount on.
During a period of the season where I had been very busy he had chosen to go out with several other hunters and they had got on the trail of a really big tom several times in and area which is fairly high and has some big canyons with a lot of fairly heavy timber especially on the north facing slopes. Both times they had cut the tom's track fairly early in decent snow and got a good run on him but he had made it into the bluffs and after some hours of trailing and traveling they would end up picking up the dogs scattered around on the roads coming out tired, but no lion.
He told me I just know that last time I waded into the canyon to get close to the dogs that lion was right there. The snow was bared off on some of the slopes but I could see by his tracks he had been up and running and circling around some thru those bluffs, but there were just dog tracks everywhere but they could never take him out of there. He said he had watched one old female dog who kept going back down the same line into some really have spruce timber time and time again but she would never settle and then the other dogs would blow up and suck her out of there again. he said she did it several times but he never got down to her before she came out and went to the running dogs. He asked my what I thought?
I told him not being there I wasn't sure but it sounded to me like the lion had done some running probably had been run before and jumped and was a little smart and then it just got in some heavy stuff maybe skipped off a bluff and landed up high and just sat it out.
He said he had mentioned that to the guy who had the dogs but he said there was no way his dogs would miss a big lion in a tree and that the lion had slipped out, and was probably long gone.
He told me that the last run had taken place just that morning and they had given it up around 11 and came in and got lunch, and that is when he called me.
I asked him if he would like to show me the area as I was free that afternoon and we could see if we could find where the lion came out? He jumped at the chance so we jumped in the truck and I just loaded one old high tan female hound and we went up there.
Well most all the snow on top was gone and it was getting pretty warm but we waded off into the canyon leading old Kate, and soon were among dog and people tracks and we could still see the lions track in places. I asked him to show me where the other hound kept going back to and he showed me where she would break out of the oak and head across a rock slide and then into a timbered header. We got over there and I let Kate go. She just sort of poked around not really interested in trying a track that had been covered by so many other dogs track some hours earlier by the other hounds.
She drifted off and finally crossed the slide which was about 200 yards across and then went into the header. She never opened and we just stood thee and listened to see if she could figure which way it headed out of there. She was a very experienced hound and loved a good detective story. I'll bet we stood there 20 minutes maybe more and she never came back and we never heard a peep, and we were just about ready to go fetch her, and here it came....
A long drawn out horn bawl that quivered and made that old header just ring. I knew we were both holding our breath waiting for another bawl to follow, but it never came. The next sound was just the steady, OwK! OwK! OwK! Owk! she was treed!
Half running half falling and crawling we headed into the timber. In about 400 yards we found ourselves in a bowl like crater with rim-rocks around it and scant spruce and pines around the perimeter. There was Kate up against the wall if the rim-rock barking up a huge ponderosa pine that grew close to the lip of the rim. I told my friend right there is where that son of a gun climbed out and jumped over. We headed over to get her and then try to figure how to circle around and get on top to see what we could do with the track from there. When we got to the tree I checked it over to see if I could tell where the lion climbed it but it was so trashed out around the base by dog tracks I couldn't tell for sure. But by Kate's earnest barking I knew the scent was strong there. I had to literally drag Kate from that place choking and dragging to follow us down the wall of the bowl several hundred yards to where we could find a place we could by doing a lot of climbing and scaling get up the other side. Once we got on top we hurried back towards the spot above where the big tree was. As I got close I just unsnapped Kate and she ran ahead of us. She no sooner got there and he started treeing again but this time hanging her head over the side of the rim.
Well she has gone crazy I said and I felt I would have to find the track and drag her over to it. I just reached her and was grabbing her to snap her up when I looked over that lip, and right there not 10 feet away lay a big old huge tom on a small shelf that was unseen from below just flattened out hiding. Well I'll be dogged, that rascal is hiding right here!
I believe when the original dogs had run him around he finally decided to climbed out but finding this place to ease out on he just cooned up right there, and those dogs either never got to the tree or they didn't stay with the scent that was blowing off there and just finally gave it up. Could be a lot of explanations but old Kate followed her nose not here eyes and it told her regardless that lion is there, and wild horses were not going to drag her away if she could help it. Locating Tree Dog!
OBTW, my friend decided not to shoot this lion although he was a good one, he said just that experience was enough for him and that smart old bugger deserved another run. He said we will get on another one some day. And we did.....