Rowdy
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Registered: Aug 2003
Location: SE indiana
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05/18/15
When I started this thread I wanted to write with full disclosure. I didn't want to just write about all the good and make this some Wonder Dog thread where the pup never makes a mistake, trees its first coon early and never looks back. Well, Jazz helped keep me and this thread humble this week.
It has been hot and humid here a night. Until last night, temps have been in the mid to upper seventies, well past midnight. I'm not trying to make excuses just pointing out that the warm muggy weather combined with poor dog work, has left me in a sour mood.
Saturday night found Jazz and I in. Flat swampy woods. This is good woods that consistently produces a coon or two in a tree. It's no "Louisiana swamp", just a flat Indiana hardwoods on crawdad ground. Anyway, cut Jazz loose and she half heartedly wandered off. She still is not splitting the dark when turned loose by herself. She dropped in about 150 a struck. It became apparent that she was opening on a layup or den and was trying to figure it out. She wore a forty yard circle out trying to get it right. At this age, I am not to hard on a young one that is working hard or is willing to take a chance, so I let her wallow around on it. She finally quit and drifted on,'right towards a house where the folks keep every mutt or stray that comes along. Jazz really got the neighborhood dogs fired up. This was by far the worst performance by Jazz she has had. She never got treed, was lazy and just wouldn't hunt. When I got her home and put her in the kennel, I noticed she had scoured it up. I looked in the other kennels and noticed they were a mess too. I asked my girls if they had been giving the dogs Goats milk during chore time and they said they had. There you have it, a kennel full of sore bellies. No wonder Jazz wouldn't hunt.
After giving instructions to the girls to stop with the milk, I loaded up Jazz and Boone Sunday night. I wasn't willing to accept all the poor performance was all about belly aches. One hole I have seen in Jazz is that she doesn't hunt as hard as I like. After thirty years of hunting and starting young dogs, I have learned that you don't move forward to fix problems. You take a step back until you fix the problem. I really feel like Jazz doesn't understand that coon tracks don't just grow out of the ground. She doesn't get that she has to go get them. I also wanted to use a little psychology on her. I wanted her to sit in the box and listen to Boone out there treeing a coon.
Well it kind of worked. I hunted a long stretch of deadend road with a creek running beside it. I cut Boone down the creek and he struck and treed. I drove down the road within thirty yards of the tree and Jazz got to listen as Boone blew it down. I went to him, left Jazz in the box, and equalled, petted and praised Boone. He thought he died and gone to heaven. Jazz was throwing a fit back in the truck.
I loaded Boone up and drive down the road and cut Jazz loose. She hit a track right away in the creek and drove it down the creek. The track left the creek and headed straight up a high ridge. She topped the ridge and I lost hearing. I was watching the Garmin as she worked around and I thought she would bring it back down. She never did. The best I can figure is the coon went in the ground as she quit and came back out. That was the only action we had as a storm was rolling in.
Last night was a night to be proud of. I took Boone and Jazz again and cut them loose together. This is only the fourth time Jazz has hunted with another dog. I hunted from the house as I wanted Jazz to be in familiar territory where she has freed coons. I cut Boone and Jazz down Southfork Creek. Boone is very competitive and will take young dog on a trip which is what I was looking for. My hope was for Boone to teach Jazz how to hunt and where to look for a track. When I cut them from the field it was a three hundred yard sprint to the creek. Boone knew the drill and headed for the creek. Jazz was babbling after him. Babbling drives me nuts. I had to restrain myself from hitting the ecollar. Remember, we are working on GO tonight. As long as she goes we can overlook the bad and work on it later. I watch as they drop down the creek to 450 and Jazz gives a legitimate bark. Boone confirms as he opens.
Boone and Jazz push down the creek and I watch the Garmin as they hit 620. Jazz and Boone split up. Boone stays on the creek and Jazz works up the steep ridge away from Southfork. Boone slams on the brakes and locates. I let Boone tree and watch the Garmin. Jazz works over the top. She is 703 yards away and tracking away. I decide to let Boone tree and head over the top on the 4 wheeler. The difference in elevation from where I am to the top is three hundred feet. Not much but it climbs that in a short distance. So it is steep.
I had lost hearing of Jazz when she topped out. When I got to the top, I shut down the quad. She had dropped in to Long Branch Creek and was sure enough treed. She sounded motivated and dedicated. I checked the the Garmin and she was 303 away and DOWN 300 feet. I walked in to her and she never missed a beat other than to meet me a few feet off the the tree. I scolded her and out her back and tied her up. Jazz had treed on a large red oak right above Long Branch. i knew she had to have this coon the way she was blowing it down. After I tied her, I went down in the creek and found him 2/3 up the tree. There was a lot of praise and a celebration and we started up and out.
Back at the quad I checked the Garmin and I had lost signal on Boone at 681. I would have to head down the trail I was in to the opposite side of the ridge and come around to him. On the way to Boone, I cut Jazz loose towards where Boone was treed. Jaz dropped in about 120 and hit a track. She made short work of it and ended up on a large poplar just off the trail I was on. I couldn't believe that worked out. I shined but couldn't find him. A few kind words to Jazz and we were back on the quad headed to Boone who had been treed about 50 minutes.
We got to the general area and I parked about 50 yards from the tree. I walked in shined, looked at Boone's coon and walked back to the quad.
Enough hunting for one night. I put a picture of Jazz on her first tree on the night. Thanks for reading these ramblings. More to come.

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