"Lined out" posted that posts were boring and Chief Long Hair and Stumbo's Beagles talked about telling a few true stories that's happened out hunting and I thought I would start it off:
Out hunting on my property in the spring of 05 my son and I were having a wonderful scenting day, one of those days when it seems the dogs could follow the rabbit down the pavement for a mile if they had too. We keep our 100 acres checker-boarded with my tractor and 6' bushhog about every 150 ft. so we can walk or run along with the dogs on the chase, it keeps this 47 year old in good shape! The dogs were burning up a rabbit and with the good scenting the rabbit could not shake them so he just decided to out run them on the paths. Back and forth he went, up and down the paths and right behind him came the dogs. About the fifth or sixth time he done this we decided just to stand and watch the action, I have some telephone poles that I buried and they stand about 6 ft above ground level and I have 2X4 nailed on the poles and a 3'X3' platform on top so we can get up on these platforms and watch the dogs run, (several of these across the property). I had come to one of the platform and was just getting ready to climb up when the rabbit came from the west and was full out running east away from the dogs and I was standing just off the square corner of the mowed path and instead of making the square corner the rabbit cut thru the weeds and ran right into both of my feet and it knocked the rabbit backwards about three feet and he just lay there for about 10 seconds and then just got back up and ran off. My son was standing behind me and he looked at me and said: if I had not seen that myself I would not have believed it. We both started laughing so hard that we had to sit down on the ground for a little while! I just thought someone might get a laugh out of this story.
If anyone else has a good story, please let us know about it, I just love to read hunting stories! I have another one just about as good that happened on a hunting trip to Kansas last fall if anyone wants to hear it.
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CAINCUTTER
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Stories
Several years ago I posted several stories on the RHO site. Check them out....
http://rabbithuntingonline.com/magazine ... abbits.htm
http://rabbithuntingonline.com/magazine ... _patch.htm
http://rabbithuntingonline.com/magazine ... beagle.htm
http://rabbithuntingonline.com/magazine ... dnecks.htm
http://rabbithuntingonline.com/magazine ... _trace.htm
http://rabbithuntingonline.com/magazine ... er_die.htm
http://rabbithuntingonline.com/magazine ... abbits.htm
http://rabbithuntingonline.com/magazine ... _patch.htm
http://rabbithuntingonline.com/magazine ... beagle.htm
http://rabbithuntingonline.com/magazine ... dnecks.htm
http://rabbithuntingonline.com/magazine ... _trace.htm
http://rabbithuntingonline.com/magazine ... er_die.htm
CAINCUTTER: Rabbit Hunter Ex-Straw-D-Nair
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Hunting with hounds has been around for over a thousand years. There are a lot of stories out there about hounds. Here is one from about 800 years ago.
One of the best loved folklore of Wales is the story of Gelert, the faithful dog. There are different versions of this story, and some say it's only a myth. This story is one view of what really happened.
THE STORY OF GELERT
During the early 13th century the kingdom of Gwynedd in North Wales was ruled by Prince Llewellyn, who was known as "Llewellyn The Great". In 1205 Prince Llewellyn married Joan, the daughter of King John of England and a son, Dafydd, was born following the marriage.
Prince Llewellyn was very fond of hunting and had a hunting lodge at the foot of Snowdon mountain. As a wedding gift, King John had given Llewellyn a special hunting dog. This new dog, which the Prince named Gelert, soon became his favourite and his most faithful hound.
One day the Prince left to go hunting, leaving a few servants and Gelert, his faithful dog to look after his infant son, Dafydd.
While the Prince went hunting, Gelert remained lying alongside the baby, who was asleep in his cradle. He'd heard the hunting horn and would have loved to go with his master, but he didn't move, because if he went, who would protect the child?
A short time after the Prince had left, Gelert heard an strange sound. He rose to his feet with his ears pricked and was sniffing the air. He sensed danger and looked around to find that a large wolf had entered the lodge. The servants were nowhere to be seen and Gelert faced the wolf alone.
Gelert knew that the infant in the cradle was at risk from the hungry wolf, but he was there to defend his master's young son. The wolf sensed an easy prey and tried to attack the infant but Gelert stood his ground to defend the boy.
A violent struggle ensued during which Gelert's loyalty and love of his master gave him the strength to fight the larger wolf and he eventually managed to kill it. During the struggle the infant and his cot had been overturned and the whole room was stained with the blood of Gelert and the wolf he had killed.
After overcoming the wolf, Gelert collapsed on the floor, weak from loss of blood, and began to lick his wounds.
While out hunting Prince Llewellyn missed the company of his favourite hound and decided to return early. He returned to the lodge and entered his son's room. Though injured, Gelert wagged his tail to greet his master and weakly rose to meet him, but when Llewellyn entered the room a terrible sight met his eyes. The cradle was overturned with bloodstained bedclothes, he looked for his infant son, but found no sign of him and Gelert was covered in blood.
In anger he turned to Gelert and accused him of attacking and killing his son. Gelert's tail dropped between his legs when he heard the anger in his master's voice and his eyes silently pleaded his innocence, but in his rage Prince Llewellyn hastily drew his sword and plunged it straight through the dog's heart.
As Gelert died, he howled in pain and his cries were answered by the sound of a baby crying from behind the overturned cradle. When Llewellyn moved the cradle and bloodstained bedclothes aside he found his son lying there unharmed with the body of the large wolf lying next to him. He then realised his mistake and that ever faithful Gelert had killed the wolf while defending his son.
Filled with remorse, the tearful Prince Llewellyn dropped to his knees next to the body of his faithful dog. He later buried Gelert with full honours in a nearby meadow and marked his grave with a stone cairn.
Following his mistake in killing his beloved dog in anger, it was said that Prince Llewellyn never smiled again.
Beddgelert means "Gelert's Grave" in English and the village of Beddgelert in North Wales owes its name to this story.
One of the best loved folklore of Wales is the story of Gelert, the faithful dog. There are different versions of this story, and some say it's only a myth. This story is one view of what really happened.
THE STORY OF GELERT
During the early 13th century the kingdom of Gwynedd in North Wales was ruled by Prince Llewellyn, who was known as "Llewellyn The Great". In 1205 Prince Llewellyn married Joan, the daughter of King John of England and a son, Dafydd, was born following the marriage.
Prince Llewellyn was very fond of hunting and had a hunting lodge at the foot of Snowdon mountain. As a wedding gift, King John had given Llewellyn a special hunting dog. This new dog, which the Prince named Gelert, soon became his favourite and his most faithful hound.
One day the Prince left to go hunting, leaving a few servants and Gelert, his faithful dog to look after his infant son, Dafydd.
While the Prince went hunting, Gelert remained lying alongside the baby, who was asleep in his cradle. He'd heard the hunting horn and would have loved to go with his master, but he didn't move, because if he went, who would protect the child?
A short time after the Prince had left, Gelert heard an strange sound. He rose to his feet with his ears pricked and was sniffing the air. He sensed danger and looked around to find that a large wolf had entered the lodge. The servants were nowhere to be seen and Gelert faced the wolf alone.
Gelert knew that the infant in the cradle was at risk from the hungry wolf, but he was there to defend his master's young son. The wolf sensed an easy prey and tried to attack the infant but Gelert stood his ground to defend the boy.
A violent struggle ensued during which Gelert's loyalty and love of his master gave him the strength to fight the larger wolf and he eventually managed to kill it. During the struggle the infant and his cot had been overturned and the whole room was stained with the blood of Gelert and the wolf he had killed.
After overcoming the wolf, Gelert collapsed on the floor, weak from loss of blood, and began to lick his wounds.
While out hunting Prince Llewellyn missed the company of his favourite hound and decided to return early. He returned to the lodge and entered his son's room. Though injured, Gelert wagged his tail to greet his master and weakly rose to meet him, but when Llewellyn entered the room a terrible sight met his eyes. The cradle was overturned with bloodstained bedclothes, he looked for his infant son, but found no sign of him and Gelert was covered in blood.
In anger he turned to Gelert and accused him of attacking and killing his son. Gelert's tail dropped between his legs when he heard the anger in his master's voice and his eyes silently pleaded his innocence, but in his rage Prince Llewellyn hastily drew his sword and plunged it straight through the dog's heart.
As Gelert died, he howled in pain and his cries were answered by the sound of a baby crying from behind the overturned cradle. When Llewellyn moved the cradle and bloodstained bedclothes aside he found his son lying there unharmed with the body of the large wolf lying next to him. He then realised his mistake and that ever faithful Gelert had killed the wolf while defending his son.
Filled with remorse, the tearful Prince Llewellyn dropped to his knees next to the body of his faithful dog. He later buried Gelert with full honours in a nearby meadow and marked his grave with a stone cairn.
Following his mistake in killing his beloved dog in anger, it was said that Prince Llewellyn never smiled again.
Beddgelert means "Gelert's Grave" in English and the village of Beddgelert in North Wales owes its name to this story.
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We went up to Clearfield Iowa a couple of years ago and had a great time. The running was so different from what we have here I didn't know what to expect from the dogs. The dogs went down into the first ditch and all ---- broke loose. Dogs were going every which way and I wasn't real sure at the time if I liked that or not. I really didn't know what was going on. It wasn't long and out came a rabbit and then another and another. They didn't run the rim of the ditch long and back in they went. The rabbits knew they had all the advantage in the ditch and they used it well. The ditches were full of cover, briars, falled trees, steep banks. In the distance of 80 yards I don't believe one of my dogs was running the same rabbit. We ran a car grave yard and got rabbit after rabbit up there also. Went to the emergency vet twice and if I remember right the bill was $60.00 total. Ate lunch in town and a full meal of fried chicken, mash potatoes gravy, green beans, bread a drink and pie was $3.50. I don't shoot rabbits unless breaking in a young dog. I did shoot at a couple of pheasants. They just laughed at me.
Good stories guys, keep it up!!!
Kansas Mike, had to laugh at that one, had not even thought about that one, sooo if latitude and longitude would not be a problem, please add!!!
Come on Mike, give us a story, tell us about a midwest trial that you remember or a good dog you seen in the midwest, never heard much about the midwest dogs.
Kansas Mike, had to laugh at that one, had not even thought about that one, sooo if latitude and longitude would not be a problem, please add!!!
Come on Mike, give us a story, tell us about a midwest trial that you remember or a good dog you seen in the midwest, never heard much about the midwest dogs.
Let's go run them!!!
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Just joking Derald. I know you don't need my spots. You have better ones than I do.
I was fortunate to be around the Mid West in the early 90's and got to see some good dogs run. I judged Mark V Ace In The Hole in what I believe was his first license trial at Great Miami when he was just 13 months old. He took a 4th place in a real tough class of 13" males. I know one in that winners pack went on to make FC. It was Indian Hills Spider Man, and I'm pretty sure there was another one that finished out. He banged with those older more mature hounds for about two and a half hours of steady running and never once got rough or tried to cheat. He was a special hound.
I was judging 15" males at a Mid West Qualifier at Central Ketucky after a night of freezing rain and ice. The temperature dropped in the morning and the ground was a solid sheet of ice. We went to the field with the first pack just trying to get into the afternoon and warmer temps. We let the hounds loose in a small thicket on a ridge and waited as they hunted it out. As we were setting on the horses, we saw a rabbit shoot out of a lone cedar tree and run about 100 yards to a draw full of briars and honeysuckle. As we called the the dogs in, I remember thinking that there was no way they would be able to run that rabbit on the frozen fescue. The hounds worked around and a few of them acted like they could smell him, but one of them began to work the line and pretty soon he began to give mouth. He walked the line all the way to the thicket where there was some spots that didn't have ice and the other dogs began to open with him. If I hadn't of seen that rabbit, I probably would have thought that dog was lying. Oh, I guess you want to know the name of the dog. Branko's Boone Creek Trimmer. Now I'm not a real big fan of his breeding, but he is one that could make me change my mind.
There you go Derald. Hopefully we can do some hunting this season and have some better stories next summer.
I was fortunate to be around the Mid West in the early 90's and got to see some good dogs run. I judged Mark V Ace In The Hole in what I believe was his first license trial at Great Miami when he was just 13 months old. He took a 4th place in a real tough class of 13" males. I know one in that winners pack went on to make FC. It was Indian Hills Spider Man, and I'm pretty sure there was another one that finished out. He banged with those older more mature hounds for about two and a half hours of steady running and never once got rough or tried to cheat. He was a special hound.
I was judging 15" males at a Mid West Qualifier at Central Ketucky after a night of freezing rain and ice. The temperature dropped in the morning and the ground was a solid sheet of ice. We went to the field with the first pack just trying to get into the afternoon and warmer temps. We let the hounds loose in a small thicket on a ridge and waited as they hunted it out. As we were setting on the horses, we saw a rabbit shoot out of a lone cedar tree and run about 100 yards to a draw full of briars and honeysuckle. As we called the the dogs in, I remember thinking that there was no way they would be able to run that rabbit on the frozen fescue. The hounds worked around and a few of them acted like they could smell him, but one of them began to work the line and pretty soon he began to give mouth. He walked the line all the way to the thicket where there was some spots that didn't have ice and the other dogs began to open with him. If I hadn't of seen that rabbit, I probably would have thought that dog was lying. Oh, I guess you want to know the name of the dog. Branko's Boone Creek Trimmer. Now I'm not a real big fan of his breeding, but he is one that could make me change my mind.
There you go Derald. Hopefully we can do some hunting this season and have some better stories next summer.
Kansas Mike,
I know you were kidding!!! Great stories from the midwest, I have a grand pup from Ace and I really like her. I like her so much that I have a turbo female that I'm really considering crossing to one of Ace's sons, either Prince or King when/if she champions out. I'm looking forward to hunting with you this fall Mike!
Another story that happened last fall with my son as a witness: We got up early one Saturday morning and went up to the pits in Kansas and turned 5 dogs loose on a 10 acre patch that has many many rabbits every year and they usually stay in that patch and run and run. Usually I just take my lawn chair and set it up on top of my dog box and watch the race from there but for some reason that I have forgotten I decided to go down next to the brush and listen to the race. They went round and round a few times with the rabbit and then the rabbit decided to come our way just inside the brush line until it got right next to us, probably 5 ' away and shot out of the brush and went right under my lawn chair that I was sitting in. My son stood up and turn around and watch the rabbit run behind him and then turn back toward me and started to say something to me and out of the brush came the dogs all together and all I had time to do is stand up and 5 dogs tried to get under the lawn chair at the same time and in doing so they knocked the lawn chair about 10' away from us. We thought that was pretty funny to watch, these two stories are the best we had happen to us in the last year.
Anybody else have one to tell?
I know you were kidding!!! Great stories from the midwest, I have a grand pup from Ace and I really like her. I like her so much that I have a turbo female that I'm really considering crossing to one of Ace's sons, either Prince or King when/if she champions out. I'm looking forward to hunting with you this fall Mike!
Another story that happened last fall with my son as a witness: We got up early one Saturday morning and went up to the pits in Kansas and turned 5 dogs loose on a 10 acre patch that has many many rabbits every year and they usually stay in that patch and run and run. Usually I just take my lawn chair and set it up on top of my dog box and watch the race from there but for some reason that I have forgotten I decided to go down next to the brush and listen to the race. They went round and round a few times with the rabbit and then the rabbit decided to come our way just inside the brush line until it got right next to us, probably 5 ' away and shot out of the brush and went right under my lawn chair that I was sitting in. My son stood up and turn around and watch the rabbit run behind him and then turn back toward me and started to say something to me and out of the brush came the dogs all together and all I had time to do is stand up and 5 dogs tried to get under the lawn chair at the same time and in doing so they knocked the lawn chair about 10' away from us. We thought that was pretty funny to watch, these two stories are the best we had happen to us in the last year.
Anybody else have one to tell?
Let's go run them!!!