John Gryphon
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Dog day one.
Dog day one.
With my old dog still in the Vet`s surgery I took his litter sister with me today for a wander I saw one deer only and not much of him either,there was another unseen deer above.
The deer had sussed me and offered very little body to film,I will mention for the umpteenth time "sambar are good at their job" as can be seen in the clip.
For men that like to stare at deer.
Not much more but the narrative is a laugh.
We (bitch and I) headed home,picked up the pup and we went on our normal trap run to four traps set 1 kilometre up hill behind the house. About 300-400 yards from the trap site I was as usual watching the dogs,old bitch listened and looked keen and I thought "ah we might be on here"
Another 100-150 yards higher up the paddock young dog lifted his head and went straight for the bush edge. Lifting the glasses I quickly saw Mr White dancing on the chain 200 yards forward to my left. Dancing on the spot actually as he had on further inspection wound the chain up like a effn pretzel leaving bugger all slack.
Young dog went straight to him and quickly jumped back as the trapped dog let him know he was frigging cranky and by this time I had arrived with the .22 and knocked Mr White off by poking the rifle right too him. He really had that chain wound up super tight around the dead gum limbs.
The bitch and young dog then gave the lifeless body a real towelling too,with a vengeance bordering on hatred. They seemed to be doubly sure in making him pay. As I looked at his gob I could plainly see all of his teeth that were worn down to stumps 7-8mm long and rounded off from bone chewing for years.All canines and all molars rounded like never seen before (me)
He had been ****ing on my dogs patch for years.... lording it over them with his **** telling them who rules the roost.
"Ah so this is the boss dog in my game cam pics that always had the carcase to himself" "with the rest of the pack always in the back ground" I further mused. And evident on gutting him for his bladder as he had some tasty looking fat in the body cavity...... (tasty? joke,fella`s joke).
I have been after him for a long time and he is the heaviest dog that I have taken thus far. A very very solid big headed bastard with all the smarts and cunning to have beaten every human with rifle and trap for years.
The trap itself I had set between the long dried legs of a dead cow a week or so back and then after knocking the young stag the other day I salted the dead cow`s body cavity with gut runners from that deer and pushed them well up into the dessicated hide covered, eaten out skeleton cavity. I placed a 3" bush pole across the legs so a dog stretching even for just a sniff would have to step over the pole and into the trap. He fell for my trap and I am really really pleased that I nailed him.
I took the bitch and pup back to the trap site and keenly observed them,they had a real good sniff about and then the bitch squatted and raised one leg in the squat...ah that means I have a bitch to nail as well. The trap will go back into the same set this arvo. I love days like this! No, there is no glory in the killing of a wild dog,it is more a feeling of accomplishment that the job was done right and a job that needs doing as there are young Angus calves being dropped daily here,further inducement for wild dogs to be here.
Mr White is dirtied up from his own blood,**** and mud,he is far lighter looking than appears in still pics.
Anyway he`s in the tree of doom paying the rent.
Note teeth.
A big lump of a dog.
Dog day one.
With my old dog still in the Vet`s surgery I took his litter sister with me today for a wander I saw one deer only and not much of him either,there was another unseen deer above.
The deer had sussed me and offered very little body to film,I will mention for the umpteenth time "sambar are good at their job" as can be seen in the clip.
For men that like to stare at deer.
Not much more but the narrative is a laugh.
We (bitch and I) headed home,picked up the pup and we went on our normal trap run to four traps set 1 kilometre up hill behind the house. About 300-400 yards from the trap site I was as usual watching the dogs,old bitch listened and looked keen and I thought "ah we might be on here"
Another 100-150 yards higher up the paddock young dog lifted his head and went straight for the bush edge. Lifting the glasses I quickly saw Mr White dancing on the chain 200 yards forward to my left. Dancing on the spot actually as he had on further inspection wound the chain up like a effn pretzel leaving bugger all slack.
Young dog went straight to him and quickly jumped back as the trapped dog let him know he was frigging cranky and by this time I had arrived with the .22 and knocked Mr White off by poking the rifle right too him. He really had that chain wound up super tight around the dead gum limbs.
The bitch and young dog then gave the lifeless body a real towelling too,with a vengeance bordering on hatred. They seemed to be doubly sure in making him pay. As I looked at his gob I could plainly see all of his teeth that were worn down to stumps 7-8mm long and rounded off from bone chewing for years.All canines and all molars rounded like never seen before (me)
He had been ****ing on my dogs patch for years.... lording it over them with his **** telling them who rules the roost.
"Ah so this is the boss dog in my game cam pics that always had the carcase to himself" "with the rest of the pack always in the back ground" I further mused. And evident on gutting him for his bladder as he had some tasty looking fat in the body cavity...... (tasty? joke,fella`s joke).
I have been after him for a long time and he is the heaviest dog that I have taken thus far. A very very solid big headed bastard with all the smarts and cunning to have beaten every human with rifle and trap for years.
The trap itself I had set between the long dried legs of a dead cow a week or so back and then after knocking the young stag the other day I salted the dead cow`s body cavity with gut runners from that deer and pushed them well up into the dessicated hide covered, eaten out skeleton cavity. I placed a 3" bush pole across the legs so a dog stretching even for just a sniff would have to step over the pole and into the trap. He fell for my trap and I am really really pleased that I nailed him.
I took the bitch and pup back to the trap site and keenly observed them,they had a real good sniff about and then the bitch squatted and raised one leg in the squat...ah that means I have a bitch to nail as well. The trap will go back into the same set this arvo. I love days like this! No, there is no glory in the killing of a wild dog,it is more a feeling of accomplishment that the job was done right and a job that needs doing as there are young Angus calves being dropped daily here,further inducement for wild dogs to be here.
Mr White is dirtied up from his own blood,**** and mud,he is far lighter looking than appears in still pics.
Anyway he`s in the tree of doom paying the rent.
Note teeth.
A big lump of a dog.
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