Showing posts with label Hunting is Fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hunting is Fun. Show all posts

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Hunting Photography from February 5

Told y'all I went hunting!  Here are some shots of Zanna the Wonderdog hard at work yesterday...doing what she loves best, pointing and retrieving chukkar, pheasant, and quail.


Bird up!

Zanna going after it...


Zanna bringing the bird back...

Almost home!

Zanna bringing the bird to Andy

Zanna on point again

And bringing back her bird.

Bird flushed

Hunter bearing down

Shot and falling...

Still falling...

And Zanna bringing it back.

It's a big one!

What a fun day!
Beautiful!!

Friday, February 4, 2011

Zack The Wonderdog - Stitches, Take Two

A week ago Thursday, I received a call from my dog trainer, Andy, who had current custody of Zack and Zanna the Wonderdogs while I was traveling.
Andy and Zack had been hunting, and Zack went after a felled chukkar.  When he retrieved it to hand, Andy noticed that there was quite a bit of blood.  He examined the bird, and then looked at Zack.
Zack had somehow sliced his leg, down the front, just above the wrist of his paw.  He even sliced into the muscle.  We don’t know if he hit a mesquite thorn, some barbed wire, or just a sharp branch.  But slice it, he did.  He layed that sucker open.  Andy rushed Zack to the vet in Big Spring.  The vet sedated Zack, and stitched up muscle and skin.  My sweet dogsitter Casey drove to Big Spring and picked Zack up, brought him home, and gave him sweet loving care until I could fly home.
We’ve kept him quiet, no walks around the neighborhood, no climbing trees, and he’s been grounded from the dog park.  We had to give that muscle time to heal.  He's been such a good dog, dealing with his quiet time with grace (and good drugs!).
Today at lunch, I took Zack to my local vet to get the stitches out.  I was pleased to see that Zack’s hair was growing back full and the incision was straight and clean.  My vet took out the stitches.  I asked about rebandaging the wound, but doc decided that since the incision had healed and hair was growing back, to leave it unbandaged.  He thought Zack would leave it alone.
Casey went by the house to check on Zack this afternoon, and this is what she found.









She texted me this picture, then called me immediately,  more than a little upset and panicked.  I called the vet to let them know we were en route, and asked Casey to load Zack and meet me at the vet’s office.  How did this happen?  We should have bandaged his leg  back up.  Zack was doing what any dog will do -  self-healing by licking, and broke the incision wide open again.
So our darling Zack spends another night at the vet, post surgery, and tomorrow, we’ll start this process all over again.  We will bandage post-stitch removal, I promise.
Pray for our sweet Wonderdog, will you?  He told* me today he’d rather be hunting than taking all these antibiotics and pain pills.  And though he likes the cool colors of VetWrap, he’d rather be au naturel. Because he's gorgeous without VetWrap, "don't ya know, Mom? I don't need any decoration."
I told him to quit licking his wounds - they’d heal a lot quicker if he did it our way.
He looked at me with that “Oh, Mom, puh-lease” look.

*Yes, my dogs talk.  Don't yours?

Monday, January 3, 2011

The Prey...

Repost from early 2010:


In the past years, we have seen a couple of mice in this house.  I’ve not seen any lately, but I’m always looking, because i hate the wee furry little creatures!
Last night, ThatManILove left the TV room and went into the bedroom to get his book.  We always keep the dogs in the same room with us, so when TMIL left the TV room, he shut the dogs back into the room with me.
I was blogging and watching TV, and realized Zanna was way too still.  I looked around the room, and found her...on point.  
She was looking at something behind the TV.
I thought, “Great.  TMIL is in the other room.  Whatever it is, if it’s a mouse, when I move, it’s going to run, and Zanna will probably try to catch it, and we’ll have a wreck in this room!   Ooohh...I hate mice.  Hate ‘em, hate ‘em, hate ‘em.”
I quietly eased off the couch and moved toward Zanna.  She doesn’t flinch, that Zanna-girl is on a hard point.  I move onto the rug, trying to be as quiet as I can.  I take a peek behind the TV, right where Zanna’s nose is pointing.
Thank God it’s not a mouse.  Or a snake.  Not even a lizard.
It’s a housefly, 
A common housefly.  And I bet with all those eyes, that fly is scared to death. Because you know it’s gotta be seeing about a million spots on a hard-pointing quivering in her footprints out of pure excitement spotted wonder pup.
I had to say “No bird, Zanna” three times to get her to break point.
I laughed so hard, I cried.  Her trainers will be so proud.



Thursday, December 30, 2010

Hog Hunting 101 - Or, Josh, That Hog's Gonna Kill You!

The first afternoon at the King Ranch, the guide took everyone out to blinds to hog hunt.  Since I can hunt hogs here anytime, I decided to take my camera and just take pictures. Some of my coworkers, it turns out, have never hog hunted.  We were dropping people off, some one to a blind, some two to a blind.

And two to a blind was the setup for the next scenario.
Josh and Dustin decided to go to the same blind. En route, Ross, the guide, was giving them directions.
Ross:  Shoot a young sow (a female hog), preferably less than 120 lbs.  The meat will be better.
Josh and Dustin:  Okay, no problem.
Ross:  Since you’re both going to be in one blind, you might want to use the OneTwoThree shoot method, shooting at the same time.
Josh and Dustin:  We can do that.
Around dusk, we start making our way back to the blind.  We get to the blind, and see no one.  Then, we see the guys walking around - Dustin has one of those headband lights on.  They are looking for the second hog they shot - it’s hard to find, in the dark.
We give up, and go back to the blind, where Hog #1 is laying.
Ross:  Okay, that hog’s the perfect size.  Only one thing.  Where did y’all take your animal sex classing course?  That hog’s a boar.  And how many times did y’all shoot it?  It is torn flat up!
Dustin and Josh are embarrassed.  Ross, giving them grief, takes them through the processing guide, the hog is gutted, and placed in the back of the pickup.  We drive around for a bit, looking for Hog #2.  Finally, we give up, and head back to camp.  The guys are recounting their adventure.
Ross takes a minute to explain where the best place is to shoot a hog (behind the ear) and gives the guys more pointers.  We find out that neither of these guys have ever been hog hunting, which explains a lot.  
We’ve not gone 2 miles when we run upon another herd of hogs. 
Dustin:  Can we shoot a hog?
Ross:  Step out of the truck slowly, and load your guns quietly.
This takes so long, the hogs go back in the brush.
We drive again.  We round the corner, another herd is road feeding.  Ross stops the truck and tells the guys to get out, get ready. and shoot. They do so.
First rattle out of the box, Josh shoots that hog clean behind the ears.  The hog drops.  Ross and I look at each other in amazement.  The boy definitely listened during his tutorial. The hog is in death throes, but not really going anywhere.  Josh turns around and looks to us for advice.  Josh and Dustin both get out of the truck, guns ready.
Janie:  Go cut the jugular.
Josh runs halfway to the hog, then yells to Dustin:  Shoot it, Dustin!
Dustin shoots the hog.
Janie:  Josh, take your knife and just go cut the jugular!  Get it out of its misery!
Ross echoes my instructions.
Josh gives Dustin his rifle, and runs up to the hog.  The man is adrenalined up!
And then, he takes out his handgun, and shoots the hog in the head.  Not once, not twice, but thirteen times.  He empties his clip plus in about two seconds.  And then, he runs back to the truck.
Ross and I are bent over, laughing.  I have tears rolling down my face, I can’t even breathe.  We are both in shock.  I look in front of the truck, and Dustin is laughing so hard, he has been forced to put down the rifles.
Josh, still 9-0 on adrenaline:  That  $%^&&* hog was gonna bite me!
Janie:  No, he wasn’t!  That was his body shutting down!
Josh:  Yes, he was, he was going to bite me, I know it!
Janie, when I could talk:  Dude.  You should have just cut his throat, seriously.
They load the hog up into the truck, and we laugh all the way back to camp.  I tease Josh.
Janie:  Josh-man, your form sucked when you whipped that pistol out.  No way did you do what you were taught today in the shooting school.
Josh:  Oh, man.  I didn’t think about that.  I was shooting close to my feet, wasn’t I? Do you think my steel toed boots would have deflected one of those bullets?
Ross:  Negatory, Night Rider.
Josh:  (Silence.  Dead silence.)
Lord have mercy, you cannot pay for stuff like this.