A hunting legend

It seems that most hunters or camps have a dog that is held as the standard for all dogs a kinda of legend. In our deer camp the former (she passed away several years ago) Pebbles, is just that. She was not a dog from a famed hunting line, infact she was not even pure bred, but a mix between a lab and some kind of terrier. She was gotten as a pup from some Mennonites, who had a stand in town, trying to sell the pups. The hunt camp owner daughters wanted a dog, so he got one of them which was already named pebbles. Pebbles was a natural hunter, and chased her first deer at 6 months old. She was a natural hunter and very intelligent. She new where all the watchers were and would turn around and try to find a another deer after the deer she was chasing was passed the last watcher. If one of the boys shot a deer she would start to bight at it’s heels much like a wolf in the wild does to bring down a deer. One of her more famous escapades is after one of the guys wounded a a big buck, she proceeded to jump up and lock he jaws on the bucks neck. The doggerman said it was quite the sight a small 45 pound dog dangling from the neck of a huge buck as he tried to shake her off. She was able to slow the buck down enough that the dogger got in a good position to finish the deer off. Unfortunately she passed away before I started hunting, but she still lives in legend at the camp. Not a year goes by without her many amazing stories being retold. Would love to hear some more hunting dog stories.

Good write up and premise for a thread, will be interesting to hear the stories.

Hunter 06:
That's a great story. I can't speak of any 'legends" I don't think.
Many years ago a pro trainer and I bred a litter from a remarkable sire ( 5xCH Shady Hills Billy).
Of course, all 7 pups were sold before they were born.
I was of course entitled to one pup; I waited to see what was taken.
As it turned out , one pup was left as it was a runt and the buyer didn't want it.
That pup turned out to do really well in American Field trials, and brought me great joy.
Thank you, "Little Lady".

I'm no good at posting pictures, but Lady is on the left..... 3 dogs being very good and waiting to see who gets called first to the car. :)

https://imgur.com/a/5wRXxAm

I have been truely blessed as I have had 3 great dogs. 1st was a mix breed beagle got as a pup when I was 15. She was the best rabbit dog, and if you missed it she'd chase it back around or even catch it and bring it back to us. 2nd was a great yellow lab that got his first duck when he was 10months old and his last at 11 years, in that time he never missed a retrieve with some of them being extremely long swims. 3rd and current another yellow female lab, is becoming at great dog. At 10 months she tracked her first deer wounded deer, she has retrieved 3 deer so far she not 3 yet. She started retrieving geese in field hunts this year and did an amazing job over 3 days of hunting chasing several wounded birds over 200yds, also she like to retrieve doves and squirrels. So she is possibly a legend in the making.

Great stories can’t wait to hear some more

There was a black and tan hound called Lloyd who used to run deer in the Nogies Creek camps back in the 70's. This old hound was quite the character. They'd feed him bacon, eggs, and toast every morning and he liked cold tea. One time the crew did well and shot 3 bucks and a doe during the morning push. They dressed the deer at camp and kept the hearts for the evening supper. They washed them in salty water and patted them dry, then left them on the picnic table as they hung the deer. Ten minutes later they noticed the hearts were gone and old Lloyd had a swollen gut. He had pigged down all four of them and some of the lads were pissed. That night he lay all bloated up under the big table in the cookery as the boys played cards. He started groaning and farting and the stink was incredible. Every 3 or 4 minutes and another one would fall out of him. They finally threw him outside then he started bawling to come back in to the heated cabin. Then he started snoring so bad they had to put him out in the back of the truck and he wasn't too happy about that. A couple of days later he cocked his leg on the porch and pissed all over the one hunter's back and head as he sat on the top stair tying up his boots. Then there was the time he dragged his arse and evacuated his anal glands on the one guy;s lower bunk sleeping bag. He always got shotgun seat in the truck and his owner loved him like a son.

LOl That's a great story. What we put up with for the sake of love.

Great story! We've had some fine dogs in our camp too.