And Again One More Time AKA Another Lost Hound

For some reason I seem to be a lost Hound magnet.


http://hstallard.blogspot.com/2007/10/third-time-again.html


This hungry hound showed up the other day at my son's where I babysit. She has evidently been lost for some time as she is practically nothing but skin and bones.


Unfortunately while she has one of those fancy orange and reflective collars on there is a big hole where the brass nameplate should be.

It looks like she'll be around for a while so I took a large bag of dog food down this morning when I reported in for my babysitting shift.

Third Time Again

Once again for the third year in a row I ran into lost hound dogs while hunting. The first was back in November of 2005 when I ran into this handsome fellow.


For that story go to Little Dog Lost.

The second was again in November of 2006 when I helped a deputy catch these two wayward hounds.



For that story go to I Thought I Just Took Care of This.

And Now the Rest of the Story...

Yesterday I didn't get into the woods until around noon. On my way in I saw two hounds with collars and radio transmitters who were obviously lost. (Sorry no pictures this time) I didn't stop but decided that if they were still there on my way back out I would. Well they were and I did. I didn't have any cell service so I copied the number on their tags and called when I got home. I got an answering machine so I left a message as to where I had seen the lost dogs. To date, I still haven't gotten anyone to answer so I don't know the fate of the lost doggies.

I Thought I Just Took Care of This AKA Deja-Vou

Those of you who have been reading this Blog for a while probably remember...

"Little Dog Lost"

Well one year and 3 days later here we go again. The nice lady holding the wayward hounds is a deputy with the Wise Co. Sheriff's Office. As I came by she was trying to get the dogs to come to her but traffic was heavy and the dogs were dodging
in and out of it. I stopped and was able to grab both of them. We called the owner who showed up with a young child not in a child restraint.
As I was leaving the Deputy was preparing to return the lost dogs and issue a summons to the driver for not having the little girl in a child restraint.

Little Dog Lost

Today was the opening day of rifle season. I did manage to get into the woods and on my stand before daylight this time. Since it was a balmy 17 degrees I was wearing several layers of clothing. Around noon, I walked back to the truck for a cup of hot coffee and shed some of the now unneeded clothing. On the way back to my stand, I met the coonhound pictured above.

Coon hunters are a little strange to begin with but one who runs his dogs the night before opening day of rifle season is way out in left field. I tried to shoo said coonhound on towards the road and he did go for a ways but soon was back on my heels following me. Getting lost is part of coon hunting, so all dogs come equipped from the factory with a collar inscribed with the owner's name, address, and phone number. Using my cell phone I notified the owner that he could find his dog tied to my truck.

After waiting for about 30 minutes, I decided to go back into the woods and continue to hunt. Now the coonhound had other ideas and wasn't about let his new human just walk off. So he started baying in that deep rich coonhound voice that carries for miles. My stand was about a mile down the ridge and I could hear him all the way. Just before I got to my evening stand, he stopped so I figured his owner had shown up and claimed him. About 5 minutes later, I heard what sounded like a deer running through the leaves behind me and then felt a very cold wet nose on the side of my neck. I said a few very choice words to the owner of the wet nose and he got the idea right away. But still not about to let go of his new human he ran off about 20 yards and lay down behind the log in the picture. If you look slightly left of center and underneath the log you can just see him curled up in the leaves.
Now one thing you can be sure of is that coonhounds and hunting from a stand don't go together, so after a few minutes I gave up, called his owner again, and walked him back to the truck and waited for said owner to show up. Since I had walked about 4 miles already today I decided that it was nap time so I went home and took one.