Your huntin' dog.. Picture thread

Feared hunter of Milk-Bones, connoisseur of cow manure, and bather in bear excrement. I present to you ... Jenny:

My Boykin at 9 weeks:


Trailed-up buck:


Quail:


Mottled duck:


Coon:


90 lb. sow:


Dove opener:


Mixed bag:

This is Frank.............

This is Buddy, we call him Butters, he is an Aussie Shepard/Aussie Cattledog mix. We got him a couple years ago when he was about 6 months old; he was very scared especially of women and I am pretty sure we was beat a lot. He was not house broken, knew no commands and just kind of followed me around when he wasn't hiding. I was out cutting firewood one day and got frustrated with my dad's, yellow, chainsaw and through my glove on the ground; buddy brought it back and since then fetching has become his purpose in life.

He is a great grouse dog, he never gets more than 20 yds away from me and points them. If I can not see the birds, I just look between his ears. He never chases them because if they get away, he wouldn't be able to fetch them. He has great eyes and spots them from the truck of 4 wheeler, locked on like a laser.

He will point any animal, he just freezes on squirrel, rabbit, snakes, and even deer (that comes in real handy while driving at night).



Pointing a chipmunk while we were picnicking at the lake.

This is Daisy, relaxing after the chase..............

This is Toby, my Golden Retriever. First pic was the day we brought him home last October when he was six weeks old. He loves the 4wheeler and the water. I'm going to take him dove hunting this year. He is my best bud now!

He replaced my black lab "Custer" who had a stroke when he was 11 and I had to put him down. He's buried in my back yard with a wooden Grave marker.

Generally speaking, I've come to realize that dogs are better than people.

This is Lewis, & that`s my 4 Hounds...............

we love our dogs

SleazyRider said:

Generally speaking, I've come to realize that dogs are better than people.

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The more I learn about people, the more I love my dog.

Mark Twain

This is Joey, our Aussie. We rescued her when she was about 4 months old. She's not a hunting dog, but she'll chase the heck out of some rabbits, and I've seen her stalk big flies around the house for hours before catching them. I've been asked numerous times why I'm walking a coyote.

This guy has caught 3 mice in the house..................

Here are my two. Both are good on rabbits but the pit is gunshy.

This is Max, just turned 7 months old, weighs 80 lbs and retrieves anything that he can get in his mouth. This will be his first season on Doves and Ducks.
P.R.

Sam

Sam is my Chesapeake. she is not the prettiest, smartest, or fastest Chesapeake that I have been blessed with, but she is probably my last. She can catch a squirrel on the first bounce! When she looks at you you almost expect her to begin speaking.

Sneaky. Perfect name for a Weim in and outside the house

3am photo of what i wake up to on the opener of duck season.

Boomer, our German-German Shorthaired Pointer

^^is that a German pointer?

Marriage is full of compromise......I wanted a hunting dog, the wife wanted house dogs. Guess the dogs don't know there's a difference......our miniature Schnauzers.

^^is that a German pointer?

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THowie, yes it it. And according to the caption above the picture, his name is Boomer

Thats what they look like without any Lab mixed in

Freyja, 2yrs, machine so far!

Pit4Brains et al,
Here's my Roscoe fresh out of the sutures and cone. A German Shorthair Pointer that would much rather flush and retrieve than point at the silly birds. Loves water and thinks nothing of swimming 70 yards across the Bear River to fetch a duck, then swim back 70 yards to bring it in.

He knows it's bird season tomorrow. He already brought me 2 doves this week. (Bad, bad Roscoe He will play fetch until you've thrown your arm off.

Doc says that tumor was a stage 3 mast cell tumor, so this is probably his last bird season . But she managed to save most of his ear.
I will keep my fingers crossed though, becase he's a real German, stubborn as a mule, so he just might surprise the vet.

Here's our goober. We named him Charlie Brown since he was such a block head while still a pup. Not on the lack of smarts but due to his head was about as big as the rest of him when the wife brought him home.

All the wife needs to tell him is "watch" and you ain't gettin any closer to her. Bottom line, don't mess with mama period.

As far as a hunter, he will go get anything he isn't called off of. He is fast enough to run down a squirrel in our yard and has caught up to deer once out across our back pasture before he learned we don't chase the deer. His favorite activity is a good ol fashioned rat killin. He knows when we start to clear out the farm shed it's time for some fun as there are always a few mice or rats that can be found. They don't stand a chance. He don't even like gofers and will stop from a dead trot and dig them up even if it means a 4' hole. I have never seen anything NOT like a rat like he does.

I use him to track if needed, as he simply needs to be told "find it" and he is game on, no matter what it is rats, squirrels, deer or hogs. I use a long leash and sometimes I am simply along for the ride. I don't let him go after the hogs full tilt as the wife would shoot me if he got cut up. However once they are on the ground he always wants to get in on it.

Here he is having fun with a 250+ pound boar I got last spring,

He yanked it out of the bucket of the tractor 4 times before I managed to get it up off the ground high enough he couldn't jump in and get it.

I have had dogs all my life it seems. Two before Charlie here, were Golden retrievers and were about as great of companions and friends as one could ever wish for and are dearly missed. They were gung ho for anything outdoors. Ol Charlie here has been an exceptional companion as well.

I may have posted these before, however, here is my fox pack..