Buddy's dog found a deer we'd given up on

[Light_burn]

We searched for two hours and quit. And his tracking dog found it in 10 minutes a hundred yards past where we stopped. Those dogs are incredible! Anyone use tracking dogs?

 

[BearBio]

When I guided on hogs, we used my first GSP, Maggie, to track a couple of wounded hogs and a wounded deer. But, I took her one night when I received a call that we had trapped a bear for my thesis study. Absolutely NO interest, although another night she did warn me of a bear that was too close (no radio collar) when I got out of the car!

https://versatilehuntingdogs.com/recognized-breeds-of-versatile-hunting-dogs/

Naturally, my pointing griffon is worthless!

 

[Karate_kid]

A good dog makes a huge difference. I saw one find a trail we thought was gone. After that, I really started to respect tracking dogs and their noses.

 

[BearBio]

Ever see a GSP follow a pheasant scent. Ours hit a scent, followed it about 5 feet and reversed course because she realized the scent was growing fainter!

 

[VancMike]

Down here in Vancouver, they plant pheasants in various locations. Hunting would start at 8 a.m. sharp and at 8:01, it was like a battlefield. I only did that a few times.
Rather, we'd pull into the parking lot about 9:30, leisurely get out, scratch and finally set out. Depending upon how many were in our party, my shorthair, Frieda, would have us our limits in 30 to 40 minutes. From a supposedly "hunted out" field.

 

[BearBio]

We were hunting a pheasant club in the East Bay (San Francisco). Assigned fields then open hunting after 2 hrs.. We were using my brother's two GSPs. We'd put up a couple of birds and got 'em. We went back to the car for breakfast/lunch (Chili from a Thermos) and after about 10 minutes, the guy next to us came over and said "Isn't that your Shorthair on point out there!" It was Aulie, one of his females and she had evidently held steady for about 10 minutes! He walked out there and put it up and got it. (She got a cup of chili for that!) That weekend, I got a "Mongolian pheasant (all blue green, white collar and green head, normal tail). Guy checking it out wouldn't let us have it because it was really scrawny and sickly. He said he was afraid we'd eat it (I think he just wanted to have it mounted for himself!). Took another nice rooster in to be mounted. Came back looking like a constipated chicken!!

We got Maggie, our first Shorthair through a friend from RMEF. He was a chair of a local chapter and also a Cal F&G Biologist. He was doing a "Father & Son Hunt" (actually, any pair consisting of an experienced and an inexperienced hunter). I went with my wife, my brother-in-law and his wife, his best friend and another guy with his kid (who left his license at home, so they couldn't hunt). I didn't hunt because I wanted to handle Maggie. They hunted and decided to quit. They had two birds left (2 each). I said give me three shells and had my wife work Maggie for me. Got my two birds and walked back and handed my BIL the remaining shell (If you speak German, the expression is "Gott sei dahnk! ) !!!!!

I love our griffon but GAWD I miss having a GSP!!!!

 

[VancMike]

Your shorthair reminds me...

Friend had a pointer that was a great hunter. He and a buddy had finished their quail hunt when Shep failed to follow them back to the truck. They searched and searched, called and called until darkness forced them to quit. Increasingly heartbroken, he searched the next few days and weeks...no Shep. Maybe someone had stolen Shep? Maybe he had a fall?
Months went by and one fine spring day, my friend was kind of desultory walking his favorite quail haunt when he came upon Shep. Alas, Shep was now only a skeleton... on point...on a quail skeleton... Man, that dog could hold a point....

I've actually had beer poured on me after telling that story....

 

[BearBio]

Your shorthair reminds me...

Friend had a pointer that was a great hunter. He and a buddy had finished their quail hunt when Shep failed to follow them back to the truck. They searched and searched, called and called until darkness forced them to quit. Increasingly heartbroken, he searched the next few days and weeks...no Shep. Maybe someone had stolen Shep? Maybe he had a fall?
Months went by and one fine spring day, my friend was kind of desultory walking his favorite quail haunt when he came upon Shep. Alas, Shep was now only a skeleton... on point...on a quail skeleton... Man, that dog could hold a point....

I've actually had beer poured on me after telling that story....

My brother and I were hunting quail opener at Ft Hunter Liggett. We had this one ridge that was about a mile long. We could hunt from one end to the other and the coveys would regroup. We could go back and forth several times, one person on each slope and one guy along the top. We'd camp just outside of the base in the National Forest. Well, the morning I left, I took my shotgun to My FJ40 Landcruiser. The dogs were tied to the front bumper; they got so excited they were dragging the 'Cruiser 2-3 ft with each lunge!