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I used to run coonhoounds on the east coast in the 90’s, after a lot of moving around and raising kids I got back into dogs. I took them out to some new country we had never hunted, my male found this bruiser hiding under a big bush. Things got western instantly, dogs never quit and the coon gave them plenty of reasons to. They did alright for a couple of inexperienced pot lickers.

Looks like they had a good outing! What is the back ground of the dogs?

Jack

Irish Jack wrote:Looks like they had a good outing! What is the back ground of the dogs?

Jack

Jack they’re German jagdterriers, I got them in Texas a couple years ago. They’re aren’t like hunting hounds but when all the pieces come together it can be a wild time.

That thing is bigger than the dogs. Lol

My first jagdterrier was named Annie. She was smaller, and I think the breed has gotten bigger over the years here in the USA. She was directly from Max Theil.

I still have vivid memories of her riding the back of a big Wisconsin coon. She latched on to the back of the neck at the base of the skull and the rodeo was on. He out weighed her by a bunch. That was one of her first coon, if not the first. I was sure worried, but she wasn’t worried at all.

Those dogs are something else. The biggest part of their body is their heart. I don’t know how it fits inside of ‘em.

Great job! You gotta be proud of them.

david wrote:That thing is bigger than the dogs. Lol

My first jagdterrier was named Annie. She was smaller, and I think the breed has gotten bigger over the years here in the USA. She was directly from Max Theil.

I still have vivid memories of her riding the back of a big Wisconsin coon. She latched on to the back of the neck at the base of the skull and the rodeo was on. He out weighed her by a bunch. That was one of her first coon, if not the first. I was sure worried, but she wasn’t worried at all.

Those dogs are something else. The biggest part of their body is their heart. I don’t know how it fits inside of ‘em.

Great job! You gotta be proud of them.

I always figure if my male can get a grip on their neck, it's game over. The space they were in was like fighting in a jungle gym with all the limbs. The couple times I got a view, he did like your female did. Got ahold of his shoulder area but the coon could roll in his skin like a badger and keep fighting.

They did pretty good, as bad as they were getting it, they never quit and kept giving it back. The constant pressure from the two of them wears the coon down after a while.

Thanks for the kind words