the dogs ever make you look like a fool?

[Old dog]

years ago I went to visit my dad and he hated my hounds as I had them all thru my childhood and thinking back, he spent a buttload on dog food. any way, I showed up and brought my dogs and he blew my mind when he said he would go with me. he said he had a friend with a ranch but if my dogs ran deer then we couldn't go there but I assured him they were DEER BROKE. before we turned them loose he asked again if they would run deer because this guy deer hunts on his ranch and didn't want them scattered this close to season. like I said dad, they are broke dogs except coon and cats. so we cut them loose and started walking up the creek looking for coon or bobcat I wasn't picky back then. old butch opens and starts trailing with the young dogs joining in and they jump and make a big loop headed our way. I told dad we was after a bobcat cause a coon couldn't run ahead of my dogs this long. man they were really getting up on him and still headed our way when we hear the fence stretch just up the line a few yards. dad swings his lite just in time to see a big black tail buck jump the fence with old butch in tow!! dad gave me the ugliest look I can ever remember him giving me . needless to say that was the first and last trip he went on with me and the dogs lol...so whats you're story guys???

[MThound]

I learned long time ago, don't ever brag up a dog until it's dead!

[scrubrunner]

I know it may sound strange to most of y'all but I grew up having a pack of broke deer/fox hounds. I had a large area I could fox hunt where there were no deer back in those days and could deer hunt and fox hunt with the same hounds. My uncle was a deer hound man but didn't care a whole lot for fox hunting but I finally talked him into going with me one night. The hounds jumped and were pouring it on for about an hour, into the open field a ways then back to the woods. I told Uncle Buddy I didn't know if we were running a gray or red the way it was running so lets pull up the the edge of the field to see if we can see what we're running. When I turned the corner at the edge of the field my truck headlights hit the hounds in the process of stretching a coon right in the middle of the road. They had made a lose right before we cranked up and went around the corner, I told Uncle Buddy that he knew they were hunting for the fox on that lose and just happened up on that coon, but he would have no part of that. Ragged me for a long time about my high powered coon dogs.

[bearsnva]

Actually I have never needed the dogs help! I pretty well have that mastered on my own.

[david]

My dogs always made me look like a fool. On account of they can smell stuff a lot better than me. But I could not let go of thinking I was smarter than them. I wrote somewhere about when I was a kid working so hard to get them to run a cat track that seemed like they couldn't smell it but it looked pretty fresh. They are giving me these looks, but finally I got them to take it and it ended in a badger hole with fresh dirt flying out. Kind of makes you go Hmmmmm.

Another one I thought of, I could see my female was working a cat backwards so I kept turning her around and she keep turning it backwards. I was about to resort to some serious measures as I was getting really angry. Then I noticed where a small dusting of powdered snow had gathered on the crusty snow and there was her fresh bobcat track going the right way nearly on top of the older track going the opposite way. I turned my thoughts from culling my dog to culling myself.

These events and many like them are reasons I preferred to hunt alone. That way only my dogs knew my ranking on the idiot scale...and they always forgave me and never told anyone.