Post by Scott on Nov 13, 2011 19:50:13 GMT -6
All this talk about ecollars got me to thinking that some may learn from our mistakes and success with them. To tell you the truth, some of the stories are just dog gone funny. ;D
For instance.... ;D
My first collar I bough a few years back<<<<<<< to use on a young bluetick gyp. My first coon hound. The first night we had it we pull out through the pasture and about 6 does run in the woods at a creek we hunted a lot. We pulled up like nothing was going on snickering and gigling, plug in the power plug( that gives you an idea how many years ago), and turned her in. Oh she burned out of there on a rocket and opened up with a typical deer running squal. Deer busted from the tree line with her in hot persuit, and I cut down on her and you never heard such a awfull squeeling in all your life and everything went silent. Then over the hill top in the pasture she opened again and I cut down again, and after the echo of death sqeels faded we heard the pounding of feet coming across the pasture. She sailed righ through the doorway of the dog box and bout knocked the back wall out. ;D
So not having enough revenge for having to chase this girl countless miles for many nights, We head to a sorghum field down by the river. Sure nuff as expected it's full of glowing eyes. So we ease down to the river bank and turn her back up stream toward the field. It ain't long till that excited squall fills the night air and quickly burns it across the sorghum. I cut down on the button, and it ain't long before she is trying to climb in my lap while I'm standing.
So deciding that is enough education for the night we head home. As we pull into the drive the pasture behind the house lights up like a christmas tree. Trusting that she has had enough we decide to walk down the fence to a feeder bucket on a beaver pond behind the field and put up a easy coon. She is winding those deer and shaking rubbing against mt leg the whole way. Well as we walk her on a leash about half way down the fence line a fawn streaks across 5ft in front of us, hits the field fence bounces back, and tries again. Well thats about all I saw ! That dog climbed me tearing my jacket up, clawing her way up and ended on my head still clawing and digging to get higher(60lb dog now). Well in the meantime that fawn is bounceing on the fence like it's a trampoline decides through me is the only way out !! It turns and burns rubber straight into my legs and knocks me down. All I can hear as I fall is that dog screaming like I got her tail twisted in two, and my buddy who stands back taking in the show laughing uncontrolably. ;D The rest of the night went well. I dobbed my wounds, and went strait to bed. ;D
For instance.... ;D
My first collar I bough a few years back<<<<<<< to use on a young bluetick gyp. My first coon hound. The first night we had it we pull out through the pasture and about 6 does run in the woods at a creek we hunted a lot. We pulled up like nothing was going on snickering and gigling, plug in the power plug( that gives you an idea how many years ago), and turned her in. Oh she burned out of there on a rocket and opened up with a typical deer running squal. Deer busted from the tree line with her in hot persuit, and I cut down on her and you never heard such a awfull squeeling in all your life and everything went silent. Then over the hill top in the pasture she opened again and I cut down again, and after the echo of death sqeels faded we heard the pounding of feet coming across the pasture. She sailed righ through the doorway of the dog box and bout knocked the back wall out. ;D
So not having enough revenge for having to chase this girl countless miles for many nights, We head to a sorghum field down by the river. Sure nuff as expected it's full of glowing eyes. So we ease down to the river bank and turn her back up stream toward the field. It ain't long till that excited squall fills the night air and quickly burns it across the sorghum. I cut down on the button, and it ain't long before she is trying to climb in my lap while I'm standing.
So deciding that is enough education for the night we head home. As we pull into the drive the pasture behind the house lights up like a christmas tree. Trusting that she has had enough we decide to walk down the fence to a feeder bucket on a beaver pond behind the field and put up a easy coon. She is winding those deer and shaking rubbing against mt leg the whole way. Well as we walk her on a leash about half way down the fence line a fawn streaks across 5ft in front of us, hits the field fence bounces back, and tries again. Well thats about all I saw ! That dog climbed me tearing my jacket up, clawing her way up and ended on my head still clawing and digging to get higher(60lb dog now). Well in the meantime that fawn is bounceing on the fence like it's a trampoline decides through me is the only way out !! It turns and burns rubber straight into my legs and knocks me down. All I can hear as I fall is that dog screaming like I got her tail twisted in two, and my buddy who stands back taking in the show laughing uncontrolably. ;D The rest of the night went well. I dobbed my wounds, and went strait to bed. ;D