starplott
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Originally posted by Coontravker49
Red I have done that it didnt help when I got him I noticed he acted like he had been beat hard b4 just by his actions he would be treed when you walked up he would huncker down like he had been beat for treeing or something.. But with that said you show him a coon he goes crazy but i thought by the age of 2 he should be up to treeing with or without company considering my one year old walker is startin to show him up after a few coons knocked out to her. IDK though i guess when he feels like it he will show me up.... but what dont make sense is when i got him i was told he was started and he treed a coon the first night out with him and treed at the start of this season and now goes back to like he is doing it wrong or somethin could it be his confidence OR SOMETHING
I had a year and a half plott female that had been abused. Didn't matter.what you worked on a cage, she would flat tear herself up trying to take it on. Pretty bawl mouth too on track and fast machine gun chop on tree.
Put a tracking collar on her and let her out on her first bear, she came off track and hid under the truck as soon as the door shut. (abuse went beyond physical beating to abuse with shock collar)
Can't remember how many times she was turned out now before she actually made a track. But she finally got the balls to do so. The bear crossed the road where I parked and was treed about 50 yards away. You could hear that bawl mouth coming in. She hit the road screaming, saw us, shut up, and crawled over the hill tickling her chest with her tail.
When we got to the tree (she was hitting it hard for half hr before we went in) she shut up tight. The bear was getting restless and we just let the dog be (wouldn't take her eyes off the bear, but wouldn't make a sound, just sit and shiver). When the bear really got moving she'd bawl and duck like she was expecting a shock/beating. Just one quick bawl and flinch.
I took her out coon hunting on a long line all collared up many times. She wanted to work the tracks and go with the other dogs. I wouldn't turn her loose till she barked, then bark more the next time.
Took her to a field trial in MT and tied her out collared up right next to the starting line, of course they brought the caged coon right by her first thing. She finally decided that day to let all hell break loose and she barked all afternoon. I'd come by every now and then and wait for her to forget I was there and bark, pet her up, and let her be for a while.
After that I only had one issue out coon hunting where she left tree (was hunting w strange people and dogs for first time) when we got there. She didn't go far, as soon as that coon hit the ground she came out of nowhere right between two strangers like a Mack truck spot on that coon.
It took 2 years to get her from peeing and hiding when I even looked her direction to being able to have a respectable hunting dog. She was 3 when she started winning marathon tree contests (dogs fighting, strangers yelling and grabbing dogs). When that little bitch was treed she was treed and she wasn't going anywhere. She won a lot of tree contests in several states.
I haven't included all the work that went into her. It WAS a long haul from point A to point tree. But she turned into a coon killing hair pulling heat seeking missile. Saw that bitch roll down a hill or two latched on to a bear, get rolled on, and get up and right back on it. She was one aggressive little terror on game, soft and meek around people.
I know she is long dead by now, but she was one of my favorite hounds in 25 years of hound hunting. Probably because put so much into her and watched her progression. She went to Germany when I retired her. A German hunter (who had a few plotts from me) loved her and just had to have her (easier hunting ground).
Go with your gut. I can't tell you how many people ate crow over her. She was too beat to hunt, not worth the feed, just brood bitch material, etc the first 10 mos.
I think one of the funniest times was right after she was starting to go out with strange people/dogs off lead. Keith Durkee kicked ol Rummie loose at Wilcox. She went out a drop or two with nothing. The next drop she wasn't having any of this not catching. She came back quite proud of herself prancing right out of the woods towards us, head held high, and brought me a big fat chicken. Brought it right to hand like a retriever.
Keith razzed me about that until later that night (still no coons) he tried to grab hold of a skunk thinking it was Rummie coming back up the draw.
Abuse can be undone.
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