GraveYard Shift BS

I dont really have any but am a decent reader.

 

Aren't Moms great and wives complicated? You bust up the tree at 3AM, and your Dad gets busted on for the tree stand. 30 yrs of marriage and I still don't get it; I accept it, I just don't understand it fully.

I got one, but I'll wait 'til I'm bored at work later. I don't leave for another 2 hrs yet.

 

I'm patiently waiting.

 

One of my favorite hunting/xmas stories.

When I was a bit younger, I was a pretty avid racoon hunter. The group of us decided to take the dogs out to do some training on xmas eve.

When hunting these critters, you better plan on doing a lot of hiking. The dogs go were the scent goes.

As the evening progresses, we stop hiking to get a fix on the dogs' location. We can here that they have "treed" a racoon. Anyways, standing there listening, we can tell the location of the dogs and we realize that there is a private subdivision out in the middle of nowhere near where the dogs are treeing. First thought is "fuck they treed someones cat!" Off we go. We hike up to one of the houses in the sub division and sure enough, The dogs' got a cat in the tree. It happens, the dogs are in such a frenzie, they just want to chase something.

The odd thing about this, is when this would happen in the past, we woould expect a pissed off home owner and yard full of noisy dogs. Well the dogs were there and making a huge racket. If anyone knows what a coonhound sounds like when treeing a racoon, you know how loud their voices are. They can carry for miles on a still night.

We can see the home owners sitting in their living room watching TV, but are absolutely paying no attention to the noise on their fromt lawn. Myself and my 2 other friends are thinking, thats odd. "They have to be able to hear those dogs".

At this time, we decide which one of the three of us are going to knock on the door to ask if we can take our dogs and get gone. Of course, I draw the short straw.

To the door I go and ring the bell. the owner comes to the door and I ask if I can leash the hounds. He looks at me kind of funny, and say "So thats what the noise was". The family and I were watching the Dolly Pardon Xmas special and we thougt it was all back ground noise for the show" He said something about how hard it was to hear the singing this year, that answers that question.

All I can think is they must have liked to play their TV loud, they'ed have to, to drown out those dogs.

Anyways, he was nice and let us take our dogs and get gone. Anyone who has hunted with dogs can relate.

Thanks for letting me ramble. I really should write a book about all the stories that have occured to myself and the rest of us.

If anyone wants, I can write some more, but if no one gives a shit, I'll zip it.

Thanks

Kirk

 

Good story Kirk. We had a Catahoula and a red nose Redbone. The red was fkn mean bitch. Sbe was a rescue and we gave her a try and had her over with the rest of our dogs. We had a total of 17 at the most years back. Most of them were a Shetland sheepdog. One night we gave all the dogs a chewbone. Brand new ones. The Redbone would take hers up to one of the others with it in her mouth and get close like she saying want this? Well when the other said yea I'll take it and reach for it she would hurl it out and the fighting commenced. Wife took her back to rescue. Sad not as funny as yours but yea the Redbone was loud.

 

We mostly ran Bluetick's. We would meet up with others out of the area and run with the RB's. I think they were some of the most beautiful hounds out there.

 

Not a coon story but once we went to visit moms dad. He was a trapper out west TX. Well it was drilled in my hed not to touch his guns. And one day he took me out on his trap lines. Little did I know he left when it was dark and got back when it was dark. Fkn starved that day. Anyway we were at a site and I was in truck when he was getting a trap ready. He setup the area like a movie scene. Was really cool. Well a pack of javalenas chased him up a mesquite tree. I was laughing my ass off. Never saw a 70yo man run that fast in cowboy boots too. He kept hollering at me to get the gun and start shooting. I kept hollering back momma said not to touch your guns! He said your MOMMAS NOT HERE! Back and forth back and forth. They finally left and he came back to truck pissed. He said he was going to have a talk with my momma.

 

Awesome stories guys.

Don't have any to match really. One I'll always remember though. I had to of been about 10 yrs old. We took our two bird dogs (American Pointers) out for a training run to game management area about an hour from home. For some reason, we took the family pet dog, Foxxie (Heinz 57 Poodle mix -- Mom was a poodle, Dad was a fence jumper ) along that day. Well, he ended up jumping a deer and took off after it. We must have spent 4 to 5 hrs hiking around and then driving around trying to find him. When it got dark, we decided we had to head home and would come back out at day break to look some more. When we got home, Mom lost it and insisted we were going back then and there to look some more ... to cut it short, we came across him walking down the black top from the game management area about a mile from the main highway. Yep, I'm convinced he was heading home ... no telling what might have happened to him if he made it to the main highway. He was sure a muddy matted mess of burrs and stuff, but we all hugged him like never before.

Hadn't thought of that story in a very long time.

 

Anyone else around tonight?

My one aircraft to plan cargo for was a quick turn fuel stop from Kadena heading to McChord; I was planning to use it to move some cargo opportune (random space available vs scheduled cargo movement). As it turns out, he doesn't need the refuel stop and cancelled his stop here. Maybe I'll think of another story to ramble out?

 

Thats good. Your dog knew the way home.

 

Have you been to sleep yet?

 

Yep. Twice.

 

Another night shift... thank goodness for coffee

 

That sounds good. Brb.

 

Cool sig Kody.

 

I've got a couple of best bird finding bird dog in the world stories. I practically grew up with Lady, an American Pointer we got when I was 5 yrs old. Lady never had the classic tail over her back point; her tail always went straight out behind her when she pointed. But she could find birds like no dog I'd ever seen, or have seen since. We used to go in an hour behind other bird hunters with their dogs, and find full coveys their dogs went right past. I remember when I was about 8, we went hunting with a work associate of my father who had bragged big on his dog. Lady put it all over the other man's dog all day. On the way home that evening we stopped at a diner for supper. I watched the man lay 5 $100 bills on the table and say, "I'll give you that and my $600 shotgun (I think it was a fancy automatic IIRC) in the truck for Lady." Now this was about 1973 and we were by no means well off ... I half expected my Dad to take the deal as I doubt I'd ever seen $500 cash before ... all he said was "Lady is not for sale to anyone at any price, ever."

Last couple of hunting seasons of her life, Lady went deaf. We still took her hunting, and every so often she'd disappear. If she didn't show up after about 45 mins, we'd have to go find her. When we did, she'd be on point; usually for so long that the covey (quail) had walked out from under her. She'd glance over her shoudler as if to say "Where the hell have ya'll been?" Then correct and get back on the covey.

When she got to where she couldn't make it out of the dog house without a lot of pain, we had to have her put down. She was 14 yrs old ... I was 16 yrs old. I grew up over that bird dog ... and now, almost 34 yrs later, it puts a tear in my eye.

Sorry guys.

 

x2

 

Good memories. Wonderful story.

Ko

 

Yea damn near MY DOG SKIP kinda story. Thanks. I never had a bird dog. Hardly went bird hunting. Now we're down to 5 dogs. The boxers and Boston are definitely clowns but do some scrappin when need be. Good guard dogs.

 

Thanks Kirk. I could tell the story "Lady, best home security system ever" ... but maybe another time. Better save some, it's gonna be a long night.