Ron Moore
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Registered: Jan 2006
Location: WV
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Had one close!
When I got my Bud dog as a pup I had no idea what I had. He was not a freak but pretty dang close. First coon he ever smelled in the wild was at 5 &1/2 month old. I saw it feeding in the neighbors pasture field about an hour before dark. I walked him up towards it hoping he would see it but it ran to the edge of the field and up a tree before he could see it. When he cut its track, he immediately opened and drifted upwind from where it was setting, sat down and treed every breath. It just blew my mind. That's when I knew I was on to something special! I was hunting him alone at just over 8 months old and treeing real wild coon. He never treed a possum or backed a dog on one. He did run fast game a couple times with another dog as a youngster but just quit once he started treeing coon. I never had put a shocker on him. The first night in the woods, ever, was the day he turned 6 months old and had never been hunted after dark or any other time. We made 3 drops with him and my old Bonnie female and had 3 trees, one single, one double and one den. The closest tree was about a quarter mile away and he was up on the tree with Bonnie every time, and I don't mean barking because she was. He was treeing on his own. Bud started loading without any coaxing, he just jumped up in the hull box, same on the back of my 4-wheeler. He led the best, always beside me. He never needed another dog to go hunting; he went from the start alone. He wasn't perfect, but probably as close as I'll come. He had some faults. He was an alpha male, too dang doggy around male dogs for me. Was strange in the kennel too, didn't like strangers if they came close to the kennel. Would growl once and a while if you put a strange dog on the tailgate while he was in the box. But he was a beautiful, all blue hound that looked like a hound should and had the best mouth of any hound I've ever owned. He was a young man’s dog though, he wouldn't come back once turned loose, and you had to pick him off the tree somewhere. That's my definition of a natural.
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