The great debate part II

Gatzby

Gatzby

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What is the your oddest dog related story?

A buddy had a jack russel terrier that just tear up hedge rows pheasant hunting

My family had a Norwegian elk hound named taffy when I was a kid. She used to catch pheasants during the winter and sit on the back step till my dad either released the bird or wrung its neck. She also picked sweat corn in the garden, husked it and ate the kernels off the cob.

Bean my old yellow lab RIP used to catch sunfish off the dock

Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retreiver. NUFF said

Steve
 
My chessie eats apples, pears, berries, etc. We've got a deal that she can have a few watermelons if she keeps the critters out of the garden.
 
My first hunting dog a mut named Skooby (looked like a 80lb. bengy) was laughed at every time we pulled into a field with other hunters and there "pure" hunting dogs. They werent laughing when the hunt was over though:thumbsup: Picking cockle burs out of his mutty coat was another story though:confused: Here's to you Skooby:cheers:
 
Gatzby said:
What is the your oddest dog related story?

A buddy had a jack russel terrier that just tear up hedge rows pheasant hunting
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My old man had a terrier (rowdy) like that when he a kid. Kids would ask him (at school) if he could go pheasant hunting once school was out for the day. They always requested his dog. Of course it was their fathers who where asking through their kids. lol

From what he tells me that little guy was great on birds.

The area they where hunting back then was nick named "pheasant land" in Roselle IL. Loads of pheasants. It's all built up now, but my dad would always tell me "if you could only looking into my eyes and see the pheasants I've seen".
 
I have two good stories about unorthodox bird dogs tagging along on a hunt with my dogs and I.

The first was on some rice co-op land up north. We pull up to a field neglected by other hunters and begin unloading dogs and guns when a huge (pony sized) wolf hound runs from across the street to say hi. An old lady comes out and tell us not to mind the dog, "he's just a big baby" she says. We talk with her a while and she says she sees quail and pheasant all the time in the field and tells us how her husband takes the hound out back to hunt about once a week. She wished us luck and tried to call dog home but I could tell he wanted to hunt so I said if he would like to tag along he could. That big old dog just plowed cover with reckless abandon for about 20mins until he was spent and headed home. I wish he would've stuck around a bit longer because just after he left JP jumped a coyote from down by the creek, I'm sure the wolf hound would've made short work of him.

The second was on a NWR where they keep a Chihuahua named Diamond as a mascot. When we checked in they told us Diamond was lost and to keep an eye out for him. Diamond was waiting for us in the back parking lot and that little joker kept up with us for about three hours in some rough cover. At lunch I took Diamond to the check station and told them how he kept up with the springers all morning. Those guys couldn't believe it and we had a good laugh about the 10lb bird dog.:D

So there it is, a 10lb bird dog and a 200lb bird dog tagging along for a hunt with me.:cheers:
 
I'm a "run what you brung" type of guy so none of this struck me as especially odd, but here's my confession. :eek:

I used to quail hunt with my fat lab when I had a fat lab. I prairie chicken hunted with my golden when he was alive. I used to take my wife's mini aussie hunting all the time. NO DISRESPECT intended sweepingly to the labs and goldens because there are some great hunters out there, but mine were mostly tagalong companions. Buddies 24/7, so we just kind of made it work. They were good retrievers though, especially Rusty. And fun to have along... If they were still alive I would still take them even though I have better hunting dogs now.

I hunted one time with a guy and his blue heeler. It never left his side although he claimed it was with him for retrieving duties... After a couple birds went down and the dog didn't move it was clear that the dog was mostly just a tagalong. I complimented his dog's obedience and devotion to him, mostly because I could relate to the value of a tagalong buddy. :thumbsup:
 
Toad
We are all pretty much "run what you brung". I would bet not many here get rid of a dog for hunting reasons.

But the season is still months off and we got to have something to talk and poke fun at.
 
I justed remembered another one. I was our chukar hunting one day (without much success) when I came across a guy running two beagles. I asked how he was doing and he said "I haven't seen a damn rabbit all mornin' but we jumped a covey of chuks and I knocked two down. You?" I laughed. "Haven't seen a damn chukar but we jumped these." I pulled two cotton tails from my vest and we shared a laugh before parting ways.
 
quail hound said:
I justed remembered another one. I was our chukar hunting one day (without much success) when I came across a guy running two beagles. I asked how he was doing and he said "I haven't seen a damn rabbit all mornin' but we jumped a covey of chuks and I knocked two down. You?" I laughed. "Haven't seen a damn chukar but we jumped these." I pulled two cotton tails from my vest and we shared a laugh before parting ways.
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Did you swap?
 
No, I had been craving some braised bunny. He wasn't familiar with the area so I pointed him to an area where I'm sure he found lots of rabbits.
 
My Brit loves raw iceberg lettuce. When I get a new head and pull out the core, he's there with mouth open. Same for lettuce scraps.
 
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