Paul & Debbie McWilliams have been
inviting me to go hunting with them for the last 3 weeks. It
always seems like something comes up. Well I finally went up on
I only had one bitch that I
could take out hunting, Dax is still in heat and Daisy is too
skinny and not back in shape from her recent litter of puppies.
Kallie looked ok from her recent litter and of course she is
always wanting to hunt.
We went to a place where they
have worked coon before.
Kallie has never seen a coon
but has worked back in Ohio and has a certificate to Ground Hog.
The first 20-30 holes she came
to, she turned up her nose. I was starting to think that Kallie
didn't know what was up. That her lack of experience with Coon
was making her ignore good holes. Garth was brought in to double
check the holes, he didn't think anybody was home either.
Kallie entered a hole that
looked unlikely to me and stayed in for a few minutes then we
heard baying. It was very hard to locate her, she was running
all over the place underground for about 20 minutes. Paul &
Debbie were sure it was a fox by the way it was moving around.
Every now and then, we would hear more insistent baying so we
knew that something was going on.
We got a reading on the collar
at 6 feet, but we knew that there was some concrete chunks and
the reading was false. We dug down only 3 feet to the tunnel,
but she had moved on by then to a different branch.
She finally became stationary
again and the baying became consistent. The locator said about 5
feet down and it was only about 6 feet along the side of a bank
from what looked like an exit hole. We were hoping that she
would bolt the quarry out that other hole.
Paul and Doug starting digging
into the side of the bank while I listened at the mouth of the
tunnel to hear her work. That is when we realized that it
wouldn't be an easy dig. The embankment had been built to
withstand erosion by dumping tons of concrete chunks and then
covering it up with dirt. Kallie ended up only being 3-4 feet
down but it took nearly an hour to get to her because several
very large blocks of concrete were interlocked like a puzzle.
The biggest one was about 8 inches thick and 3 feet long and 2
feet wide. They were too thick to break into chunks. I helped do
some of the digging, but Paul and Doug are digging machines and
seem to be in much better shape than I. Mike helped dig too and
also made several trips back to the truck for extra tools,
breaker bars, crow bars, snares, etc.
About half way down to Kallie,
there was horrendous growling and Paul & Debbie declared that
the quarry had to be a coon.
We got Kallie out but the
concrete had shifted and trapped the coon in a little hole. We
could see it's eyes looking up at us. We didn't want to leave
the coon where he couldn't get out, so we spent another 45
minutes digging and removing extra chunks of concrete to rescue
Paul grabbed his tail and threw
him out of the hole into the bushes. Paul said that he was a
pretty big coon and weighed about 30 lbs. As we were all
watching him running away very happy to be rid of us and the
little white dogs, a second coon nearly knocked us down leaving
the same hole. It was even bigger than the first.
My little 12 lb. Kallie worked
60+ lbs worth of coons.
Her nose is gonna be pretty
sore for a couple of weeks. One good bite and lots of abrasions.
I think that the abrasions were mostly from trying to get to the
coon past concrete with aggregate in it and that she scraped up
her nose in the excitement of digging to the quarry.
It is so amazing to see the
years of working terrier instinct come out in these little white
dogs. Kallie is not that experienced of a hunter, but you sure
wouldn't have known by the way she worked those coons.