I was out checking my traps one day as was usual I had buckwheat with me . We got to one set that had a young bobcat in it . I pulled up close to it , as it was a nice day in the 40's I had my window rolled down , it wasn't cat season and it was only about a two year old so I got my catch stick out of the bed of my truck walked over and caught the cat . I had it choked down and checked it out then released it carrying it around 50 feet out and set it loose . all the time buckwheat was setting in the truck watching me . I got back to the truck and gathered my stuff up to remake the set and started to do just that . I was nearly done when I heard buckwheat jump out of the truck through the window and head for the cat . he started bawling and chasing the young cat . The cat ran several feet then turned and ran back toward the truck jumped through the open window with buckwheat right behind him . The cat was on the dash backed up in the corner against the windshield treed up by buckwheat not liking what was going on at all . I got my catch stick out got buckwheat called off and chained up in the back of the truck . I re-caught the cat carried it out a good ways and let it go again . This time I made sure it ran off before I went back to finish my set and drove off a good ways down the two track before I stopped and put buckwheat in the cab again .
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similar thing happen, it was harvest time August a customer came in the elevator and said he saw a lion in the road ditch eating something, way out on the prairie.....another lesson in believing people......guy said the lion had a kill....turned out to be a jackrabbit. I knew the only source of water around for a few miles was a mile away....when a cat feeds on meat, they drink a lot of water and it was august. I had a buddy with and loaded up two hounds, we were going to have a little fun. Anyway we get to this horse tank and I was looking around for tracks in the mud and out walks this big Tom bobcat (this is the supposed lion) and walks right down the two track road, could care less we were there, I was surprised how tolerant he was of us. Well being a hound guy I went and dropped that end gate, gonna exercise that Tom a little.......I point down the road and tell Tack to "hunt em up" and his nose catches the bobcat scent and away he goes....that cat made a quick loop and comes back and trees in the only tree for miles, right next to that horse trough....dogs are chopping away and we set there looking at that Bobcat......after a fashion I pull the dogs off and go to load them up and that bobcat jumps out of that tree......well, being not too bright and wanting more fun, I release the hounds again and they are hot after him, right on his butt....again he circles around and goes right under my pickup........both hounds are under there doing their best trying to kill him....I am scrambling hard to catch the hounds and pull them out before they kill that bobcat as season isn't until Dec 1st...let me tell you, you have to pull hard to get a hound out from under a pickup when he can see the cat. Finally get the hounds back in the dog box and poke that cat out from under my pickup with a shovel......he didn't want to leave. But when he did, he just walks down that 2 track like he was the king of England......little did he know another 2 to 3 minutes under that pickup and those two hounds would have chewed him up....bobcat fights hard until a dog gets a good hold on them, then they are done.
I have had quite a few instances where someone has said they have a lion or lion track and you get loaded up and drive there...........find out its a bobcat or even coyotes............ Live and learn....some people just don't know!
I have had quite a few instances where someone has said they have a lion or lion track and you get loaded up and drive there...........find out its a bobcat or even coyotes............ Live and learn....some people just don't know!
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It doesn't take long for a dog to take the fight out of a bob cat when they get the right hold on them . There sure isn't much room under a truck with a cat and a couple of dogs fighting . It's a wonder you and I haven't been chewed up after some of the things we've done .
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Your truck must have looked like the closest place of refuge to that cat , so "into that cave he went" , with your dog in hot pursuit .
I bet that you had some great claw-marks in the truck's interior as a souvenir of that encounter .
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It was amazing to me how hard that a 50# coon hound could pull when Coach Harry would ask us to hold his dogs , while he and Lonnie would sack the coons .
Dsheetz.........been darn close to getting marks from coons, bobcat and lion. Quick one, how to make a lion dog...Tack was young, never had seen a lion in a tree yet...see folks a hound will tree an animal into a tree and not really understand where the animal went, as a lion hits the tree 6-8' off the ground or higher, different than a coon who crawls up the tree from the ground, dog can smell that, so, when he first trees a lion, you climb the tree and prod the lion out, it jumps, the dog sees it and lion runs 100 yards or less and re-trees and now, you have yourself a "lion dog" as he will be hammering that tree hard as he knows where the lion is and can see it also now, by golly that ol hound has it figgered out!! Anyway, had a female up the tree, easy tree to climb, branches like a ladder all the way to the ground, so Einstein that I am, take my walking stick with me and up the tree I go as Tack sits on the ground and watches me....that ol female lion, she starts getting mad, snarling and hissing. I get up at her level about 20' off the ground and I prod her with that walking stick (normally this sets them off and they jump out of the tree, no matter how high they are) well she isn't thinking I should be doing that, she snarls some more, hisses and comes right for me, I about pee myself and I lean back from that trunk and just hold a branch in each hand and pull back about 18" from that tree as she pulls a squirrel trick and runs head down the other side of the trunk.......dam was I sweating for a few seconds...they never do that, except this time. Less than a 100 yards and ol Tack was Hammering on the tree and by then I was more calmed down.......learned not to get so close anymore........
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ReemtyJ ,
Great story !
Remember the quote "GOD protects FOOLS and Children" .
I remember several times that HE protected me , and I was long past childhood .
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I can promise that would've been mine as well! HOLY COW
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ReemtyJ ,
You spoke of training a Lion Hound , that he needs the experience of actually chasing AND seeing the lion go up the tree , to know that HE has put that cat up the tree . I guess the same thing goes for coon hounds .
On one of the hunts that I accompanied Coach Harry , Lonnie , and another of Harry's friends , one of Harry's former students/players named David was along for the hunt , and he brought his 1 year old Walker Coonhound along for the dog's first hunt . Harry , Lonnie , and Lloyd (the coon-hunting barber from Glenrose , Texas) had brought 7 of their hounds , and Rebel made a total of 8 dogs to hunt with . Coach Harry told David to keep his dog Rebel on leash until the other dogs struck a trail , and then turn the young dog loose and he would be sure to follow . Soon enough , the seasoned dogs struck a scent and took off , baying through the woods . David released the young dog Rebel , and away he ran baying in the darkness . We soon heard the dogs tree the coon and heard their excited chopping barking as we ran through the night toward the hounds and tree . At the tree were the 7 coon hounds , but no Rebel , so David went out into the darkness trying to find his dog , while we caught and sacked the coon . David returned shortly , unable to find his dog . Harry told David to not worry , that once the dogs cut another scent-trail , and began the chase , that Rebel was likely to hear the other dogs and find his way to them . In no time at all , the veteran dogs picked up another trail and the chase was on again , with all of the beautiful sounds of a pack of hounds in chase . They quickly treed the second coon , and we arrived to find the 7 hounds on the tree , but no Rebel . We sacked the second coon , and Harry told David that maybe Rebel had gone back to the truck , and that maybe the pup would make a good pet , because he obviously did not have the hunting instinct .
We all took a short break to rest ourselves and the dogs , and then Harry turned the dogs loose again . This time the dogs picked up a really hot scent , and the baying was noticeably louder as they ran through the night , but this was a longer chase , taking more time before they treed the coon . The volume of their barking was much louder and more excited than before , and when we arrived at that tree , a huge Pecan tree , our lights showed 5 sets of eyes looking down at us . The dogs were in a frenzy , 1 of them trying to climb the tree , and the other 6 were around the base and trunk of the tree , standing on their rear legs with their front feet as high as they could stretch up the tree , and their tails curled up and over their backs , almost in the shape of a question mark . And there , circling around the other dogs , trying to find a way to get in on the action was Rebel . Harry was complimenting David that Rebel was finally getting the idea of what to do when Rebel made his move to the other dogs . Rebel saw his opportunity , slipped in behind one of the other dogs , mounted up on the dog's back and began hunching away . The dog that Rebel had mounted turned and snapped at Rebel , and Rebel dis-mounted and moved to the next dog in line , and mounted the second dog with the same results . Rebel made the circuit around the tree , mounting all 7 dogs , with Harry shouting , all the while , "Go Rebel Go".
Rebel disrupted the Treeing Ritual that the dogs were in , causing fighting between some of the dogs , as we were rolling on the ground in laughter . Harry told David that he didn't think that Rebel would ever make a coon-hound , but Rebel held great promise if trials were ever held for coon-hound breeding .
By the way , we caught and sacked all 5 coons from that tree .
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You spoke of training a Lion Hound , that he needs the experience of actually chasing AND seeing the lion go up the tree , to know that HE has put that cat up the tree . I guess the same thing goes for coon hounds .
On one of the hunts that I accompanied Coach Harry , Lonnie , and another of Harry's friends , one of Harry's former students/players named David was along for the hunt , and he brought his 1 year old Walker Coonhound along for the dog's first hunt . Harry , Lonnie , and Lloyd (the coon-hunting barber from Glenrose , Texas) had brought 7 of their hounds , and Rebel made a total of 8 dogs to hunt with . Coach Harry told David to keep his dog Rebel on leash until the other dogs struck a trail , and then turn the young dog loose and he would be sure to follow . Soon enough , the seasoned dogs struck a scent and took off , baying through the woods . David released the young dog Rebel , and away he ran baying in the darkness . We soon heard the dogs tree the coon and heard their excited chopping barking as we ran through the night toward the hounds and tree . At the tree were the 7 coon hounds , but no Rebel , so David went out into the darkness trying to find his dog , while we caught and sacked the coon . David returned shortly , unable to find his dog . Harry told David to not worry , that once the dogs cut another scent-trail , and began the chase , that Rebel was likely to hear the other dogs and find his way to them . In no time at all , the veteran dogs picked up another trail and the chase was on again , with all of the beautiful sounds of a pack of hounds in chase . They quickly treed the second coon , and we arrived to find the 7 hounds on the tree , but no Rebel . We sacked the second coon , and Harry told David that maybe Rebel had gone back to the truck , and that maybe the pup would make a good pet , because he obviously did not have the hunting instinct .
We all took a short break to rest ourselves and the dogs , and then Harry turned the dogs loose again . This time the dogs picked up a really hot scent , and the baying was noticeably louder as they ran through the night , but this was a longer chase , taking more time before they treed the coon . The volume of their barking was much louder and more excited than before , and when we arrived at that tree , a huge Pecan tree , our lights showed 5 sets of eyes looking down at us . The dogs were in a frenzy , 1 of them trying to climb the tree , and the other 6 were around the base and trunk of the tree , standing on their rear legs with their front feet as high as they could stretch up the tree , and their tails curled up and over their backs , almost in the shape of a question mark . And there , circling around the other dogs , trying to find a way to get in on the action was Rebel . Harry was complimenting David that Rebel was finally getting the idea of what to do when Rebel made his move to the other dogs . Rebel saw his opportunity , slipped in behind one of the other dogs , mounted up on the dog's back and began hunching away . The dog that Rebel had mounted turned and snapped at Rebel , and Rebel dis-mounted and moved to the next dog in line , and mounted the second dog with the same results . Rebel made the circuit around the tree , mounting all 7 dogs , with Harry shouting , all the while , "Go Rebel Go".
Rebel disrupted the Treeing Ritual that the dogs were in , causing fighting between some of the dogs , as we were rolling on the ground in laughter . Harry told David that he didn't think that Rebel would ever make a coon-hound , but Rebel held great promise if trials were ever held for coon-hound breeding .
By the way , we caught and sacked all 5 coons from that tree .
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I mid December of 1988 I was out running my trap line . We had 6 " of fresh snow on the ground it was cold in the teens but no wind . As I went down the 2 track a coyote ran across the road about 400 yards in front of me and dropped into a draw . I stopped the truck and got my Remington 788 chambered in 223 out and was ready when it came out of the draw . It stopped on the rim of the draw facing me broad side looking at me . I squeezed the trigger and the coyote ran back into the draw , what the heck how could I miss that standing shot ? About 100 feet closer to me it ran out of the draw and did the same thing , one not so smart coyote , I shot again and the same thing it ran back down into the draw only to reappear a hundred feet up the draw . This time it ran from me out into the sage brush I took a running shot at it and it dropped . I put my rifle back in the truck and went to retrieve my coyote vowing to check the zero on my scope when I got home . As I crossed the draw I saw a fresh killed coyote in the draw then another one about 100 feet up the draw . I went on out and retrieved the one in the brush . 3 killed in the same draw at the same time I felt lucky and very happy that day . I sold them to the fur buyer the next day for 25 each .
LMAO......now that's a good one Dsheetz..be hard to top that.......when you worked dens, how did you go about it, how close, what call sound, come on details........... 
Lay it out so anyone reading it can relive the encounter........
Lay it out so anyone reading it can relive the encounter........
A lot of the time when I worked dens I would spend the morning just listening . At that time I had already learned from being up on the mountain where it's hard to track because of the sand and rocks , that when the pups were young under 4 or 5 weeks old that the mon usually stayed with them at night . So then in the morning the old male would come back to the den to let her go drink and feed . Normally you would hear him howl and she would answer him . Males usually have a lower toned howl , but you knew where the female was as she stayed by the den and he would travel toward it then howl again and she would answer again . Then I would walk into that area creeping in as if they would shoot me if they caught me . I would get to with in 300 to 400 yards then set up as then I would be sure that I was in their territory and they wouldn't hang up on me . Most times I would howl 2 times , bark 2 times then bark 1 time and wait . I noticed if I went to early after she was out feeding that the male was the only one to respond . Quite often he wouldn't make a sound but just show up and set or lay down where he could see me and the den at the same time . Once I laid eyes on him I would slowly get my rifle ready aimed his way then do some puppy squeals . The old ones ears would look like satellite dishes homing in on you he would look back at the den one last time then come on a run straight at you with anger and hate in his eyes wanting a piece of who ever was messing with one of his pups .
