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Post by deputydon on Oct 9, 2005 12:08:30 GMT -5
What do you have? What do you admire? What would you like to have?
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Post by bounce on Oct 9, 2005 15:04:08 GMT -5
Parson Russell Terriers, They were able to cut your setters in haff...smiles...
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Post by donnie on Oct 9, 2005 19:39:14 GMT -5
I'm a labrador guy. But I will admit that it is getting increasingly difficult for folks to find good well bred labs with hunting desire, prey drive and natural retrieving ability.
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Post by donnie on Oct 9, 2005 19:39:59 GMT -5
BTW, Hank was a setter
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Post by deputydon on Oct 9, 2005 20:24:43 GMT -5
I'm a labrador guy. But I will admit that it is getting increasingly difficult for folks to find good well bred labs with hunting desire, prey drive and natural retrieving ability. I was talking to an old guy from South Dakota a while back and he told me that the problem w/ lab's is everybody is breeding for color. He said the true orginal lab was black and a work horse. Now everybody is breeding the hunting abilty out of them as they try to breed pretty colored labs. Not my opinion just a old guy who might know something. |
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Post by deputydon on Oct 9, 2005 20:27:24 GMT -5
German wirehair...........; truely the best all around hunting mutt you could fine!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Purebred Redneck on Oct 10, 2005 10:05:22 GMT -5
And the ugliest Don !!!
I used to know of a guy who had one. We made fun of him - said the two looked just right for eachother.
If you want a "strictly business" kind of dog, then I've got to go with the Beagle. But I can kill 2x more rabbits without a dog.
A "guy's dog"? Nothing better than a 100 pound lab for that!
"Chick-magnet dog"? Might be why I might own a inside Britney in the future. Since I'm creative, I'll name her Britney...
Tough choice, I haven't voted yet.
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Post by Jack on Oct 10, 2005 14:26:19 GMT -5
I voted 'Setter'. I grew up with English Setters. They hunted grouse and woodcock in cover very, very well. Also in my younger days, I was fortunate enough to hunt quail in North Carolina, back when quail were abundant everywhere. 10 coveys per day was considered only a fair day  I hunted behind other people's quail dogs, and saw a number of good ones of several different breeds. The best one, tho, was an English Setter. Don't know that an English Setter is as versatile as some other breeds, but for upland birds, they are my choice. |
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Post by Bubba on Oct 10, 2005 14:50:26 GMT -5
My house pet is a lab but my hunting dog is (as most of you know) a beagle... you gotta love them low to the ground, extra loud, flop eared hounds... Hell, now you guys know where ... "RUN FAST ... BARK LOUD" ... comes from....
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Post by Purebred Redneck on Oct 10, 2005 22:55:53 GMT -5
I also thought about a hound for an inside dog, but man if they get to barking...
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Post by donnie on Oct 14, 2005 11:33:41 GMT -5
Red,
Several years ago while driving home from work in a bad snowstorm, I saw a walkewr coon hound pup wandering back and forth into the highway. He was scarin hell outta the drivers ahead of me but didn't seem like he was at all concerned. I pulled over and thought I would find his home for him. So, off the two of us go in my wifes car, me driving him riding shotgun.
We stopped at all the farms I could find within a couple miles of where I found him but no-one recognized him. COOL I thought I got me a coon dog, visions of prime coon pelts piled to the cieling of my shed filled my mind as we headed to his new home.
He seemed perfectly happy to be with me and thumped his tail in time to stevie ray vaughn as we traveled. As soon as we got to my house he showed his ability by treeing my wifes cat all through the house he treed the cat up the stairs, he treed the cat on top of a picture hung tenuously to the wall, he treed that cat everywhere it went filling the house with the sweet music of coon hound! Well, being a somewhat insiteful husband I knew Shannon would not hear the barking and howling as the fine primordial music it was. There was no way that dog and cat could live together in the house and I would need to build some type of outdoor enclosure until then he would hafta fend for himself outside there were plenty of mice in the barn to keep him busy and well fed and besides cats like to be outdoors.
At the time I was working 12 hour nights so I trypically slept when I got home. At about noon I was awakened by the sound of a beaver eating a fair sized redwood in the living room. Further inspection showed that it was not after all a beaver but the hound remodeling our window frame. We talked about the serious consequences that would befall both of us if Shannon found the mess of chewed up lumber on the floor and reached the agreement that further window chewings must henceforth cease. A bit after 2 I was again awakenned by a crunching chewing noise and discovered that he was now eating our coffee table. I decided that the only thing to do was to take him into the bedroom where I slept so I could keep an eye on him as I slept. So after turning the table around so the partially eaten side was facing the couch and less visible, we retired.
Now, Shannon worked days and it was our custom that she wake me upon returning home so we could have supper together before I left for work. Of course she had no way of knowing that I had brought home a house guest and apparantly I failed to shut the bedroom door tightly enough to keep him inside the bedroom with me. Upon pulling into the drive Shannon noticed her lazy cat shiverring by the door (he was supposed to be in the barn hunting mice) apparantly falling for his "I'm cold" act she picked him up and was bringing him into the house cradled on her shoulder. I was completely asleep at this time dreaming blissfully of following my new coon hunting partner into the night listenning as he bayed and barked treed.......then I realized that I really was hearing him bark treed and sprung from the bed flung the bedroom door aside and saw that he had once again treed that damned cat who was now carreening his way across the yard looking like a big static charged ball of fluff shooting a rooster tail of snow in his wake.
Shannon was to say the least surprised by these events. Though I hardly think she needed to use some of the colorful and harsh words, the scratches healed well enough.
Well, long story short my career as a coon hunter was cut short and I was forced to find the hound a new home. Which I did that very night at work, The guy who took the dog told me stories for months afterward of what I great coon hound he was. I learned to avoid him.
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Post by Purebred Redneck on Oct 14, 2005 12:22:38 GMT -5
That's funny.
You should of kept trying the "beating him senseless" approach to stop the chewing.
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I hunted behind other people's quail dogs, and saw a number of good ones of several different breeds. The best one, tho, was an English Setter.