What a bloody day. I holler at my son Shoot that sons a ##### for it kills the dogs. Don't shoot me or the dogs. I was standing in waste deep Cattails and the fight is on. Not sure what it is! A few moments earlier I was having a great old time Hunting pheasants with my Son and our two Short Hairs. Calamity went on point I noticed the cattails quit moving. I proceed in to flush what I think is a bird. All I see is the dog?s tail. I kick around and all hell breaks loose. Out of no where Gunner the male is in the middle of the fight. I still can't see a thing. Both dogs and creature are going at it big time. Lot of snarling growling biting and the yipe of dog. About then the vermin breaks loose only to travel 10' and the fight is back on. I am in the bottom of a canal and the son is up above on the bank. He has a pretty good view. I go back in but it is to think to see I want to pull the dogs out but can't grab them to fast and furious.
I am thinking of a few years back when this happened and the villain was a bobcat. That time I came eyeball to eyeball with the cat but was able to pull the dogs off. Only because they just stood ground this time was different there was a lot of fur flying. A dog lets out a yipe. I am thinking it is
Calamity and she is a mean sons a b. And the fight continues. The culprit breaks loose and the dogs are after it again I can't stop them.
The report of 12 gauge and all is silent. WTF was it I ask not sure if I had dead dog vermin or what on my hands. Big old bore coon Dad and I killed him. My son had managed to get down and the coon came to his feet.
The dogs come out we check for wounds all is well. Those coons can sure rile a guy up. They make enough noise for six dogs. It doesn't end here. We work our way down the canal about 50 yards and wa la the dog goes on point. Kewl we need one more bird. I work in for the flush. Both dogs holding steady what a pic perfect sight. Son is standing ready. I kick and dogs jump in and we have another fight on our hand. Holy Smokes here we go again. This time there are 2 coons Sons a B I am thinking WTF. Not quite as thick this time one coon breaks out with Calamity on his ass and the 12 gauge sounds. I got him Dad. I manage to stick the end of the barrel on the last one. Tally dogs win only 1 miner cut.
3 coon
4 pheasant.
Nothing finer then a day with the son and dog
Rutnbuck
I am thinking of a few years back when this happened and the villain was a bobcat. That time I came eyeball to eyeball with the cat but was able to pull the dogs off. Only because they just stood ground this time was different there was a lot of fur flying. A dog lets out a yipe. I am thinking it is
Calamity and she is a mean sons a b. And the fight continues. The culprit breaks loose and the dogs are after it again I can't stop them.
The report of 12 gauge and all is silent. WTF was it I ask not sure if I had dead dog vermin or what on my hands. Big old bore coon Dad and I killed him. My son had managed to get down and the coon came to his feet.
The dogs come out we check for wounds all is well. Those coons can sure rile a guy up. They make enough noise for six dogs. It doesn't end here. We work our way down the canal about 50 yards and wa la the dog goes on point. Kewl we need one more bird. I work in for the flush. Both dogs holding steady what a pic perfect sight. Son is standing ready. I kick and dogs jump in and we have another fight on our hand. Holy Smokes here we go again. This time there are 2 coons Sons a B I am thinking WTF. Not quite as thick this time one coon breaks out with Calamity on his ass and the 12 gauge sounds. I got him Dad. I manage to stick the end of the barrel on the last one. Tally dogs win only 1 miner cut.
3 coon
4 pheasant.
Nothing finer then a day with the son and dog
Rutnbuck
