scubasteve
Well-Known Member
Well, brought Basco and Peno in the swamp and after a Hail Mary let'em off their leads. They at first did what all hounds do.....pee, squat, scratch, sniff. After about 5 minutes Peno had his nose hard to the ground. Basco was shortly doing the same thing. 30 minutes into the hunt, they opened up. Basco has a beautiful deep throated bawl. Peno has more of a yelp. They were easy to handle and came when called. The Milkbones helped. I was unable to get something to jump so we basically took a walk through the woods for about an hour and a half.
Sunday we struck out from the river bank in some nasty thickets. They were quick to start the hunt. I jumped a deer but they never were able to pick'em up. As we were leaving that section and crossing the pipeline to the other section, the 2 took off on a hot race!!!! Seemed there were some deers layed up on the edge of the pipeline. They ran for about 15 minutes, with me the whole time praying they didn't get lost. I heard'em die down and waited for another 5 minutes or so and called them back. Was I relieved when they were hightailing it back to me. Then as we were waking to the camp, I jumped a rabbit, called them over and it was on like pecan. They about ran the hair off that bunny. I let lose with my '06, but the bunny was having nothing of that. lol When the dogs got back to me they lost the trail. I've heard that gunpowder will do that. Oh, well. They are only 6 months old and I was quite pleased with their performance.
Anyway, we finished off the weekend with 5 squirrels (2 black and 3 reds). Deer meat, V.O., cheap beer, and head cheese were consumed in quantity.
Saturday we had some excitement. After peeling off our sweat soaked clothes, lounging around the table drinking cool beverages, a BIG race was going on across the canal and coming our way. I jumped up, grabbed ol' faithful and flew out the door in nothin' but my tighty whities, one of the others took off out the back to the pipeline in his t-shirt, drawers, and slippers. By the time I got to the bank, a pack of about 10 Walkers was chuggin' across the canal in full force about 50 yards down.. What a sight. The deer got away, but we were laughin' our butts off. Then ol' Fred goes and shoots 2 squirrels while sittin' on the back porch in his boxers and drinkin' coffee.
I do so love the swamp.
Sunday we struck out from the river bank in some nasty thickets. They were quick to start the hunt. I jumped a deer but they never were able to pick'em up. As we were leaving that section and crossing the pipeline to the other section, the 2 took off on a hot race!!!! Seemed there were some deers layed up on the edge of the pipeline. They ran for about 15 minutes, with me the whole time praying they didn't get lost. I heard'em die down and waited for another 5 minutes or so and called them back. Was I relieved when they were hightailing it back to me. Then as we were waking to the camp, I jumped a rabbit, called them over and it was on like pecan. They about ran the hair off that bunny. I let lose with my '06, but the bunny was having nothing of that. lol When the dogs got back to me they lost the trail. I've heard that gunpowder will do that. Oh, well. They are only 6 months old and I was quite pleased with their performance.
Anyway, we finished off the weekend with 5 squirrels (2 black and 3 reds). Deer meat, V.O., cheap beer, and head cheese were consumed in quantity.
Saturday we had some excitement. After peeling off our sweat soaked clothes, lounging around the table drinking cool beverages, a BIG race was going on across the canal and coming our way. I jumped up, grabbed ol' faithful and flew out the door in nothin' but my tighty whities, one of the others took off out the back to the pipeline in his t-shirt, drawers, and slippers. By the time I got to the bank, a pack of about 10 Walkers was chuggin' across the canal in full force about 50 yards down.. What a sight. The deer got away, but we were laughin' our butts off. Then ol' Fred goes and shoots 2 squirrels while sittin' on the back porch in his boxers and drinkin' coffee.
I do so love the swamp.
