John Gryphon
Well-Known Member
This morning I did my usual run to the trapline near the dead cow,I passed one unsprung trap then continued to the next one about 80 yards further on. I walked downhill to it and saw it unsprung,oh well no joy. Noting that the twin calves had been pulled to pieces and the cow had been chewed since I was last there.
I walked uphill to the next trap location about 30 yards away and couldn't see the drag (5' rough bush timber 4" dia) Whoa! Its gone! Then noted the empty trap nest and it was on,we have a runner. I covered the other two traps for my own dogs safety and yelled out to them in the ute which was parked up the hill above me. They galloped down and scented excitedly all around the trap site,running around like blue arsed flies.
I thought that the obvious was for the dog to drag downhill in the clear going and took the dogs down hill for 400 yards to no avail.
Then coming back up hill I then cut across the hill face into the freshening wind 150 yards to the West. My dogs hit the scent line and went further uphill into the bush about 300 yards away.
Thoughts of a bloody long drag it was were in my mind and a hopeless case without a good dog.
A few minutes later I heard my dog give a yip....ah ha! .22 Krico in hand I moved uphill further to the bushline and then my old bitch came out,i sent her back in and she took me straight to my dog on full point. He had his face 2' off a tangle of berry canes and then I saw some movement and actually thought schit,that looks like fox fur due to the colour as the animal moved behind the foliage screen. Phuck no its a dog and straight away I knew it was the bitch that I had on my list of wants. She gave a growl as my dog had a snap and I poked the .22 into her and gave her the end of story.It got the "phuck off scruff" of course.
$120 scalp,another bladder of "lemon juice" and I will add,extremely valuable bitches juice at that! I saw a big dog`s mark`s travelling freshly rained on farm track a few days ago. This was after the big dog that was shot so he is on the list and hopefully the femme fatale juice will help seal the deal.
I add that I am a dog lover but not a lover of these wild dogs and their killing ways.
Last May,winter coats darkening.
November IIRC. Red = trap location, green = drag chain showing on the drag. The bitch is having a sniff of the drag which like them all as usual are carried in the back of the ute for my own dogs scent to rub onto,perhaps she is whiffing my own hand,who know`s? She has been a very cunning bitch since I first saw her image. She was heard calling for him..too late.
This morning,she stopped and stepped into the steel that had been anointed with her long time partners pi$$. hubby is hanging in the background tree,so is she now.Note the trap ring on her nearside fore paw.
I walked uphill to the next trap location about 30 yards away and couldn't see the drag (5' rough bush timber 4" dia) Whoa! Its gone! Then noted the empty trap nest and it was on,we have a runner. I covered the other two traps for my own dogs safety and yelled out to them in the ute which was parked up the hill above me. They galloped down and scented excitedly all around the trap site,running around like blue arsed flies.
I thought that the obvious was for the dog to drag downhill in the clear going and took the dogs down hill for 400 yards to no avail.
Then coming back up hill I then cut across the hill face into the freshening wind 150 yards to the West. My dogs hit the scent line and went further uphill into the bush about 300 yards away.
Thoughts of a bloody long drag it was were in my mind and a hopeless case without a good dog.
A few minutes later I heard my dog give a yip....ah ha! .22 Krico in hand I moved uphill further to the bushline and then my old bitch came out,i sent her back in and she took me straight to my dog on full point. He had his face 2' off a tangle of berry canes and then I saw some movement and actually thought schit,that looks like fox fur due to the colour as the animal moved behind the foliage screen. Phuck no its a dog and straight away I knew it was the bitch that I had on my list of wants. She gave a growl as my dog had a snap and I poked the .22 into her and gave her the end of story.It got the "phuck off scruff" of course.
$120 scalp,another bladder of "lemon juice" and I will add,extremely valuable bitches juice at that! I saw a big dog`s mark`s travelling freshly rained on farm track a few days ago. This was after the big dog that was shot so he is on the list and hopefully the femme fatale juice will help seal the deal.
I add that I am a dog lover but not a lover of these wild dogs and their killing ways.
Last May,winter coats darkening.
November IIRC. Red = trap location, green = drag chain showing on the drag. The bitch is having a sniff of the drag which like them all as usual are carried in the back of the ute for my own dogs scent to rub onto,perhaps she is whiffing my own hand,who know`s? She has been a very cunning bitch since I first saw her image. She was heard calling for him..too late.
This morning,she stopped and stepped into the steel that had been anointed with her long time partners pi$$. hubby is hanging in the background tree,so is she now.Note the trap ring on her nearside fore paw.
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. And I might want to get my fitness levels up a few notches as well.
