Hey Guys,
Please pardon my shameless bragging on my Pinky dog. You'll
like hearing about this.
She met her first raccoon today. This was the first raccoon
she has ever actually seen, a big boar-coon.
It was in the back of a length of a culvert
pipe that was blocked-off at the other end.
This was about 100yds from a coon feeder station we operate.
(Another plan that came together as hoped!)
She had found a track and worked it to this culvert pipe. Once she new something was in there she spent a minute or two seeing
if there was another way into the pipe. (She's familiar with culvert pipes.) Then she went in after
it.
We could hear lots of snarling and growling for a few moments and
then she emerged dragging a big coon out into the open where the fight picked up momentum at once.
That coon was nearly as big as Pinky and not far off the same
weight, (determined later.)
Pinky went to work putting the hurt on it in the back legs and
mid-section with the coon working her head and face for all he was worth.
Finally, Pinky paused to shake the beast off her face and the coon wasted no time scrambling over a big downed log and up a tree behind it. However, because
Pinky possesses a powerful bite, the coon didn't have enough gas left (in his
back legs) to get any farther than about 15 feet up the big oak tree. We sort of
expected it to quickly scramble all the way up, (30 or more feet.) Raccoons can normally climb almost as good as a squirrel. A shot from
the 22-pistol brought him down for round-2 and it wasn't much longer before
Pinky was able to catch her breath after a job well-done!
Pinky did all this on her own. No help from any other dog. Her
tail was wagging happily the whole time.
The coon was well-fed, rested and uninjured until Pinky found him and got to work...and the pistol shot, of course.
My helper, Dakota, caught most of it on his phone and if we
can figure out how to send it to my computer I may show it later.
All those guys with hounds that won't fight a coon less than half their size would hide their faces in shame watching
little Pinky hand out a death-sentence to the first coon she ever laid eyes
on that was also nearly her equal in size and weight. That's not counting pulling it 16+ feet out of a culvert pipe and then
wrecking him so bad that he couldn't escape. It was all that coon could do to
go the short distance it went up the trunk of that tree. He might have fallen
off eventually but with a 22-pistol handy, why wait?!?
Gooood dog, Pinky!
That's all for now.
Later,
Tim