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Just call me Hank

I really enjoy Darren Hollis post on the forum. With all the wonderful weather we have had in the south I decided to start a thread to keep myself entertained.

Hank is out of Bocephus and a nice female named Willow owned by my friend (Dave) from Flora Illinois. He turned 2 on December 26th 2018. Getting him started was pretty easy. Started him around 9 months taking him to the woods by himself (no buckets). By 11-12 months he was really getting the hang of running tracks and putting something in a hole or up a tree. He took a liking to armadillos for about a month, the got hooked on possums for a short stretch. We got him steered in the right direction and was consistently treeing coons by himself at 14-16 months. My only complaint at the time was his chewing on tree. But, as long as he wasn't trying to unearth an armadillo I was elated. At this point things for Hank took a turn for the worst do some very unfortunate events.

But if you guys seem interested reading about a sorry ol blue dog I really enjoy writing from time and would feel y'all in on the events that put me through the ringer with my hound.

PS don't give up when the going gets tough. At just 26 months we have 4 wins to NiteCh in 6 hunts. With a cast win at the winter classic. His dumb old handler cost him at top 10 finish on Friday at the WC. He is far from perfect but just has a knack for being a touch better than his competition. So let me know if you guys are interested and I can tell you more about my mutt.

sburgett

Go ahead, all of us love to hear good hound stories, especially true stories that have a good ending. I hope you are having a lot of fun with your hound, I assume his name is hank. I enjoy Darren's post too. Take care. Jack

im always reading the posts and one of the most inspiring is steve bankstons posts,if you can write and picture like his you will have a regular subscriber lol Darrin does a fine job also.ole willow has whelped a litter from lonesome II also so it keeps my thoughts on her offspring

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HIGH SCORING BLUETICK BLK & TAN DAYS 2016, 2017 and 2018
TOP 9 2017 FALL SUPERSTAKES
2018 2ND PLACE BREED WINNER PKC
2019 ILLINOIS STATE CHAMPION
2019 AUTUMN OAKS GRAND 16
2019 AUTUMN OAKS NATL GRNITECH OF BREED
2019 ZONE 3 HIGH SCORING DOG
2019 WORLD CH TOP 100
2019 PURINA NATIONALS BREED WINNER.
2019 FALL ROUND UP KING OF THE HUNT.
2019 ERCHA PKC PRO HUNT TOP 4
2020 WINTER CLASSIC SAT. 4TH PLACE CHAMPION DIVISION
2020 WORLD QUALIIFIED
2020 NATIONAL BLUETICK DAYS INVITATIONAL HUNT WINNER
2020 NATIONAL BLUETICK DAYS DOUBLE CAST WINNER 3RD PLACE GRNITECH FRI AND 4TH PLACE GRNITECH SAT
2020 Natl english days high scoring dog overall fri 1rst place grnitech sat 3rd place grnitech.
2021 invitational hunt winner
2021 natl bluetick days 9th place RQE winner
T0C Top 64 winner

ALSO HOME OF
PR Stebers Lil Blue Krayzee[dual grand penny x grnitech krypt]
nitech Stebers Big Ole Slick
NITECH STEBERS MIGHTY LONESOME 3 AKA CASH[7 wins towards grnitech
Stebers Mighty Blue Bell
Stebers 5 Gen
Stebers Pure Country
Stebers Shining Diamond
Stebers Lonesome Sue
Stebers Mighty Blue Patsy
Stebers Ole Blue Betty
Stebers Lil Blue Krayzee II
AND SEVERAL YOUNG ONES IN THE MIX

Hunt log

My post serves more than one purpose. I can go back to my hunts and see where, when and track progress of these ole potlickers. Glad to see you post Seth and good luck with Hank.

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GrChGrNtCh PR Southern Blue Hardwood Cotton
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Ch GrNtCh PR Frost Hollow Strap
ChNtCh PR Southern Blue Hardwood Dolly
ChGrNtCh PR Southern Blue Spanky ( Hollis & Hollis)
PR Southern Blue Cobb (NtChCh Uchtmans Andy x Ratliffs Blue Tell)
PR Southern Blue Betsy (Goose x Dual Grand Cotton)
(REST IN PEACE)
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NtCh PR Southern Frost Hollow Blue Bell(BB)
NtCh PR Southern Blue Hammer
NtCh PR Hollis' Southern Blue Maggie
NtCh PR Hollis' Bull Mtn. Pearl
GrCh PR Southern Blue Jet
PR Southern Blue Sam
PR Southern Blue Rattler
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Steeb, Dave tried to get me a Lonesome pup but Hank was throwing me fits at the time. From what I heard I should of brought one to the south. Seem to be making nice little hounds.

Series of unfortunate events: #1

I went through months of walking to possums up bushes and armadillos in creek banks. One extra hot summer night Hank holed a Dilla about 100 yards from where I cast him. I crawled through the briars and gave him a stern reinforcement on what not to do. He eased on down the creek and struck a track. I could tell by the way he was opening he was after a ring tail. I made the way back to the truck and waited on him to tree. Grabbed the Remington 597 and my Copenhagen can I keep extra shells in. He came treeded at 600+ from the road. I stumbled along the creek and made my way to him. Eventually finding him treeing on a large red oak. I shined the tree to find three coons the size of small bear Cubs looking down. I took aim at the smallest of three and squeeze off a shot, hitting the coon in his chest. The ol Ricky decided he didn't like it to much and started to head down and take his chances with my young dog. I took aim again, pulled the trigger and CLICK. My magazine was empty. I scrambled for the Cope can that was supposed to hold my shells. Only to open it and find a pinch of dried out snuff (wrong can). The coon was almost down, so i grabbed a large stick decided that it give it a good whooping when it got in striking distance. He was about head high. I took a swing like is was 3-0 count looking fastball all the way. As my stick connected with Mr. Ricky's head the stick exploded. Yep, in my haste I picked up a rotten stick. The coon bails and takes off, Hank right behind him raising hell. They disappeared off the creek bank. All I can hear now is the coon growling a little, not a peep from Hank. I run down the hill following the same trail they went. I came to a sliding stop before I went off a small bluff. I'd estimate it was 10-12 feet straight down into the rocky creek. I looked over the edge and Hank in laying in the water having a seizure while the coon is absolutely eating his right rear leg up. I jump down the bluff, grab my rifle by the barrel and and take a Tiger Woods swing. Crack, the coon stumbles off down the creek. The rifle breaks in half. I am a firefighter, emt in one of the most dangerous cities in Alabama so I have seen a bunch of trama. I immediately think Hank has some sort of brain injury. I drag him out of the water, he is still actively seizing. I call my wife and tell her I am going to have to put him down, she freaks out for obvious reasons, at that point I realize that I'm still out of shells and my rifle is in two pieces. No way to put him down. So I pick his big ass up throw him over my shoulders and start the 600+ march to the truck. After about 20 yards he is not seizing anymore. Fortunately, I can feel his lungs expanding on my back, he is still breathing. I continue on my way. At some point out of nowhere the sorry rascal comes to and licks me on my face. I sit him down in the creek in about 4 inches of water. He gets up stumbles around for a second and takes off in the direction the coon went. I tone him back to me and we head to the house. I call the vet on the way home, he instructs me to keep an eye on him over night. My wife insists he sleeps in the house this particular night. Wake in the morning to find him still alive and ready to go again. I assume he just hit his head just right when he tumbled over the edge. The only positive is the following morning I headed out to purchase a new .17 didn't take much to convince my wife that a .17 was a little better "kill gun" than a 22 so she didn't put up much fight about the new rifle.

Enjoy keeping up with a hounds progression.

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Gr Nt Ch, Ch Natural Smokey River Irene a coondog (Mailes Bob X Nt Ch Utchman Blue Two)
Gr Nt Ch Natural Smokey River Flo UKC Top 20 placing 15th UKC World 2011, top 100 2014 (Rebel x Mailes Lil)


The Hounds I Enjoyed Hunting:
Dual Gr Natural Smokey River Rebel, A buddy of mine
Gr. Nt Natural Blue Echo ( Gr Nt Quail Ck Jimmy X Nt Ch Natural Blue Bell)
Gr Nt Smokey River Chief's Joe (JBS Chief X Gr Nt Jeans Ruby)
Gr. Nt. Ch. Natural Smokey River Lucy (Chief's Joe X Muggins)
And Many More

Man that was a ruff hunt on ole hank.

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Tommy Gayle
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Unfortunate Event #2

After the cliff accident Hank never really missed a beat I was rather happy with his progress other than the occasional possum and armadillo. Up until this point he had only been hunted with another dog a hand full of times. One night Patrick Ragsdale brought his Grand Nite female named Lady to my spot. Clint Chase also joined us with the famous Ragging Black Willy. I was really excited for this hunt because I knew I could use them as a measuring stick for my pup. We cut loose and Lady and Willy went left handed and Hank went right handed. Their dogs ended up hooked. I informed them how to drive around to them as I took off walking in their direction. I got there a few minutes before them to find their dogs treed on a water oak with the eyes shining down. I could hear Hank heading up the hill towards us he came within a 100 yards nose on the ground and never payed a lick of attention to the two dogs blowing the top out of the trees. I was beyond ecstatic as he moved right past them. Clint and Patrick arrived at the tree, we rolled the coon out and headed to the truck to wait on Hank to finish his track. About the time we got to the truck Hank located and locked down about 175 yards from us. Almost simultaneously a single coyote opened up in the area. I showed a little bit of concern, but figured one yote couldn't do much damage. I had left my rifle in my truck down the road so I borrowed Patrick's and headed toward the tree. About half way there one yote multiplied to several. We heard them tie up and Hank moves away from me in a hurry. He got to creek and struck a track I knew right where he was headed so we drove around cut him off crossing a gas line. When I got my hands on him his left ear had a few holes in it. His chest looked like someone had stabbed him with a #2 pencil and his back right leg had been chewed on a little. He was a bloody mess but didn't seem any worse for wear. I called it a night for him and got to enjoy Lady and Willy do some nice work. I gave Hank a few days off and was right back at it. For months he would not hunt out very far by himself if there wasn't another dog with him. With time he got better about going by himself. Every now and then I think the night he tangled up with a pack of coyotes creeps back in his mind and he refuses to hunt as deep as he should. But he is still improving and at barely 2 years old I am happy with him.