Rowdy
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Registered: Aug 2003
Location: SE indiana
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12-09-15
Met Mike Shepard at Morgan Monroe State Forest. He brought along Mike Silcox, sorry if I misspelled. Wish I could have spent more time with Mr Silcox but we didn't get to hunt together.
The Mikes brought two fire breathers. I know Mike Shepard's was. Piazon pup. They showed Jazz what to do when you get dropped in thin coon. Their dogs got deep quick. The lay of the land here is steep ridges with long running ravines and seasonal creeks. We cut loose high and the two male dogs hit a ravine and were .7 in a hurry. We hear either one or both opening and they decided to drive closer.
In the meantime, Jazz was out about 500 to 600 and hunting up and down the ridges and ravines. She never struck a coon from that turn out. The Garmin showed she had hunted 3.2 miles and all of it was within 700 yards.
Mike called and said theirs had a split each with a coon. I had changed locations and was walking to Jazz first tree. She had hit a ravine and worked it down to where it ties into a bigger gulley with a small creek. She struck at 550 and ran the track up the creek. She made pretty short work of it as it was a good track. She located and rolled it over to a chop. She had worked the track back to me somewhat and I was walking 450 to her. It was steep and deep. On my way up the ridge to her she hushed. I pulled out the Garmin and showed her tracking again. I was boiling now. Leaving is one thing but doing it after I was most of the way through rough stuff is a whole new ballgame. As quickly as she left she climbed back on. I walked in to find her on an 18 inch
Maple. Slick as minnows Peter.
In my younger days, I would have done something rash. I talked my self down, looked at the situation and looked at Jazz. She was not really committed to the tree she was on as much as she was trying to get he nose as high in the air as possible. I still wasn't happy. No praise, in fact not a word. Just snap her up lead her away 10 feet and make her do it right.
Times like these call for more patience than I really have. Don't be fooled, I really wanted to throttle this dog. I was mad, frustrated, disappointed and a buffet of other not very Christian feelings. The things that kept me calm though we're these: having coons has never been an issue. I have needed her to learn to HUNT for a track, she did that. I have wanted her to pull the trigger on locating and freeing a bit quicker, she did that, although wrong. At least she was willing to take a chance. So, 2 improvements had been made. Time to be patient and direct her to figure this out right. She hunted the area and came up with a beech den. I don't know if it was right or she was putting an end to it. It was slightly uphill and upwind.
As I drove the two and a half hours home, I thought about that hunt a lot and decided to make one more drop. I had not put a lot of pressure on Jazz on the night but I hadn't showed much love either. I stopped a couple miles from the house and cut her towards a pond surrounded by hardwoods. Within a couple of minutes she had struck at 375 and pushed the track down below the pond dam. With what seemed textbook, she located and rolled it over to a chop after a couple hundred yards. I walked, she had a coon and we all went home happy.
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