OH THE JOY'S OF CAT HUNTING

[waylon]

Well weather's good here now so Called a buddy and planned a lil cat hunt here around the house should be a quick hunt and easy walking i said, waited and waited no show. Call him and he starts to explain how the wife is mad cause of this and that so now i am running late and finally get into the woods got ol' sarah my main dog and clifford my newest addition. Walk them on a feed road when clifford strikes a good enough track, turn'em both loose. Listening to them grind out the track thinking how great of a dog trainer i am and how i should be taking on some dogs for others as i am so good at this. Anyway clifford starts to work out ahead of sarah and i am thinking he should tree soon. Well the cat gods must have been angry cause insted he makes a loss and sarah is quiet as a mouse i make it to them and try to find out if the cat is up some where and no luck clifford strikes it up again 200 yards or so ahead and were off again. The track isnt going to great when i hear sarah open about 500 yards or so off to our right and start to move on out. clifford is still trying to work it out and heading another direction.HMMM whats she doing i think when she really starts to move out. Clifford cant take it any more and joins hear. Well after a 500 mile treck on foot across cow country i hear'em again and there bayed. I am feeling bad cause i just knew sarah bumbed a deer or something. I am moving to them as fast as my 235lb smokers body will allow scaling barb wire fences like a gazel Finally make it through the cedar jungles of N.E. Oklahoma Fumbling to get moma's cannon out and not bust my but on the ice. Get to them and low and behold we got a piss poor coyote bayed. Now a smart man would have caught his dogs and moved on, but not me, i figure while i got the camera out i might as well get some pics for you boys to laugh at. Well her camera puts off a red glow before it takes a pic and ol coyote cant handle it, he breaks out on a dead run and both of my fine highly trained CAT DOGS in hot pursuit, cliffords july blood kicks in and the after burners are flaring him into a warp speed of sorts. Some how all my softly spoken words of correction do not deter them and we are off again on our way. After about 45 mins of uttering words not fit to be written down here i am closing in on them, there bayed one more time. This time i am ready, lead in hand when i realize there real close to our only city born neighbour who loves to riddle the woods with sub machine gun fire when a crikett farts near his house. I kill my light trying to creep to them like a ninja. Once again the cat gods do me a favor and allow the cedar tree limbs to politley remove my eye glasses that i am blind without and toss them into the great beyond. I am thrilled by now and start to speak in tounges and rattle words that would scare a voodoo witch. Some how by the grace of God my fearless pack of hounds open close enough for me to run them down and remind them of why i am the pack leader. By now mr. crazy is standing out side his back door flashlight in hand and i am not sure what else he might have as the haze of blindness obscurs my vision so in haste i yell out "coon hunter" dont shoot, COON HUNTER wtf why did i yell that oh well tonight i would be glad to be a coon hunter right now i think to myself. His stupid doberman is rasing hell and of course clifford is wanting to duke it out, so i crash back into the tree's hoping for a clean head shot that will put me out of my misery, but no luck the terrain starts to become familur only its so fuzzy with out my glasses i really dont know where i am at but glad to be moving away from his house. Make it to a large fecuse field i knew and called moma trying to sound as good as possible and tell her to come drive to the county road and pick us up. Make it back home, secure my super hounds in there thief proof pens walk into the house where the kids are waiting to see the big ol bobcat i promised to return with. Oh the joys of bobcat hunting

[MadCatter]

Waylon, Great story! I couldn't stop laughing. I'm not laughing at you... I'm crying with you! You just described most of my outings, except for a different location... the fact that you actually saw what they were running... and that your wife actually came and picked you up!

Thanks for sharing. Now I know it's not just me!

Travis

[waylon]

No problem Travis, If I couldn't laugh @ myself i'd be in a nut house by now, once upon a time i had a great coon hound, caught coons like they were nothing @ all. This fella comes up to me and say's you know you ought to try cat hunting. It's a little tougher but with your luck it should be no problem, well he is dead and gone now or i would call him up and cuss him out.

One of these days i am gonna get smart save my money click on the hound hunting classifieds and just buy me a real broke CAT DOG. But in the meanwhile i'll keep running these reject dogs till one fills the bill. My birthday is the 15th of this month so one of you rich big time cat hunters fell sorry for me and mail me one of your better dogs before my pack clears the Osage hills of coyotes,opossum's & what ever else they decide to run next time out

[PIGLET]

Waylon don't feel to bad, I honestly don't think you have bad luck your just a horrible liar! Instead of the high dollar hounds i think you need my book that i'm going to write 1001 lies about how to catch bobbers! I love your stories and so refreshing to actually hear from an honest houndman!lol Oh i think i hear my hounds treed on their third bobcat tonight RIGHT!

[Dads dogboy]

Waylon,

Heck of a Tale!

Did you get the Black Bobcat info?

Keep after them!

CJC

[Stubby]

That was great

[waylon]

Thank you guys, PIGLET I am sad to tell ya every word of it's the sad truth.

Mr. clay i did get the info thanks, but i couldn't get them to work for me

[powderhorn]

This time i am ready, lead in hand when i realize there real close to our only city born neighbour who loves to riddle the woods with sub machine gun fire when a crikett farts near his house.

Hahaha.. Thank you, Waylon- what a great story.. You had me laughin pretty hard. I think we all have days like that!

[david]

. Listening to them grind out the track thinking how great of a dog trainer i am and how i should be taking on some dogs for others as i am so good at this... Get to them and low and behold we got a piss poor coyote bayed... cliffords july blood kicks in and the after burners are flaring him into a warp speed...

OH MAN, this is some seriously funny stuff. I read it yesterday, and people at my deliveries were sure looking at me weird when I spontaneously would laugh for no visible reason last night. Just the fact that the dogs' name is Clifford is worth a million bucks.
Clifford, the Genetic Tornado. This is seriously my favorite comic strip, and I will be checking for it first when I can get back here.

By the way, that Clifford must be A LOT OF DOG. I have never in all my days accidentally bayed a coyote. I dont want my dogs to trash, but when they do, they better do a good job of it, and old Clifford did about as good as I could possibly immagine.

Keep up the good work Waylon. Don't tree a bobcat though, that might ruin everything.

[U.R.E.]

That was just what I needed today Waylon......a great laugh. I wish I had a dollar for every hunt that went that way.

Don

[waylon]

THANKS DON, @ LEAST SOMTHING GOOD CAME FROM IT. BEEN SICK FROM GETTING TO HOT & BREATHING IN ALL THAT COLD AIR, BUT AS SOON AS I AM BETTER I'M GONNA TRY'ER AGAIN. I GOT A BULLET PROOF VEST FROM A BUDDY WHO IS A COP, THINK I MIGHT START WEARING IT

DAVID, FIRST IT WASN'T MUCH OF A YOTE I PROMISE, 2ND YOU OUGHT TO BE ABLE TO TELL BY NOW THERE'S NOT MUCH DANGER IN A CAT GETTING TREED UNLESS WE FIND ONE NAPPING AND SNEAK UP ON IT.GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT, I WISH I WAS READING IT INSTED OF WRITING IT THOUGH

(one last thing, momma must have read these post cause it's jan-15 and she bought me, WALK WITH WICK, VOL. 1, for my birthday today. maybe she is trying to tell me somthing )