tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17380971424568158032024-02-18T20:13:17.110-08:00Timeless TrailsSonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00838621105346835565noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738097142456815803.post-13701279753355340252010-08-23T11:37:00.000-07:002010-08-23T15:31:41.196-07:00Beaver huntin' coon hound!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPVvTMxAiVfzHxbr9zjHejQPSDasKfbb38dJKppOpp6XX8L65pc803oVCllO-P9KjZTVrc-7c37kvthp9kpTas1GH7x-G9lrtc9NZGZogWPveja3eLcwwdEZkQ_LPMHSf-4ErQcGwnzIs/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPVvTMxAiVfzHxbr9zjHejQPSDasKfbb38dJKppOpp6XX8L65pc803oVCllO-P9KjZTVrc-7c37kvthp9kpTas1GH7x-G9lrtc9NZGZogWPveja3eLcwwdEZkQ_LPMHSf-4ErQcGwnzIs/s320/026.JPG" /></a></div>Yesterday, Maggie demonstrated her hunting skills. I stood there horrified as she tried to strangle a beaver half her size. Well, after yelling and screaming, pushing and shoving I managed to get her off the hairy slugger. It laid motionless on its back, silently grasping for air. As I began to prepare for a Native burial ritual, I remembered reading somewhere that an animal may play dead, till the immediate danger has passed. So Leo (my white lab) and I decided to leave the dying beaver alone and head towards town. Dragging Maggie by the leash, as she howled and growled, for I had ruined her moment of glory. An hour later, Leo and I went back to check on the beaver, without Maggie!!! It was gone, it made us very happy.<br />
Oh how I miss my long nature walks with Leo; quiet, leashless, zero casualty and soundless bliss of tranquility. Along came Maggie, a Blue tick coon hound. Which by the way, is a preferred breed among folks of southern heritage. A sight of a coon hound will put a smile on their face, any day of the year. She is a hunter, her specialty, raccoons and mountain lions. A simple walk becomes a tug of war, combined with varies vocal methods; Maggieeeeee, Maggie! Mague baby, Maggieeeeee, Mag, MAGGIE! MAGGIEEEEEE!!!!!! Even Leo gets frustrated, grabs a hold of her leash and shakes his head. I do let her off the leash, once in a while. But those days, I am well prepared, with running shoes and Ice tea.<br />
On a different note, she is a sweet dog. Loves to cuddle, loves people and other dogs, especially Leo. I guess I have to sacrifice my quiet time for a sight of a beaver huntin', endless howlin', leash pullin' coon hound.Sonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00838621105346835565noreply@blogger.com0