So I just bought a Wildlife Tracking Systems Box, antenna, and 6 collars, 220 frequency. I have 12 running deer-beagles now, one bluetick coonhound, and one rabbit beagle puppy. I'm excited to be able to track my own dogs now with my own equipment. Whether your deer hunting with beagles or hounds, coon-hunting, bear hunting, rabbit, fox, etc, its nice to know where your dogs are. I'm still very curious about the new GPS dog-tracking-systems, I still need to see it in action, but their concept is genius.
I will be testing this tracking system 100% in all weather conditions, in all kinds of terrain. I will use it on my coonhound Pearl as well as all my deer beagles. I've been out of work for going on three weeks now so I've had a lot of time to post, but I promise to keep you updated on all our hunting, fishing, and outdoor adventures.
Lucky was a purebred tri-color bench-legged beagle I picked up after he darted out in front of my truck being saved by my quick braking. He was obviously some one's lost house pet, or perhaps he was discarded after he continually chased deer, either way he was an extremely affectionate and loyal companion who's love for hunting rivaled the most determined walker hound. In fact, on many a cold December night we'd gather to listen to the various dogs still out hunting, who by nature pack up with any other hounds that are trailing the same deer. Among a half dozen tried and true, serious walker deer hound hunters I was alone in my love for beagles, but when all the dogs gathered up those nights, the first dog to strike, and the leader of the pack for the majority of the chase wasn't a long-legged walker, it was Lucky, and those guys knew it. It was undeniable, unmistakable, that low mournful bellow followed in unison by a melee of high pitched squeals and yips from the walkers. Lucky was in the lead, every time. Eventually the guys gave in and gave Lucky the due credit. They all admired the little male who would often run until his feet bled, you literally had to run and catch him off the track, he'd barely be able to walk but his nose never left the ground. We killed numerous deer in front of Lucky who didn't run considerably faster than the walkers, but he never lost a hot track, and always kept his nose to the ground. By all counts, he was an excellent hunter who I miss deeply. However, I find comfort in knowing that ten of his offspring are in happy homes where they can hunt the way their father did. The male puppy Rebel followed his mom out of the yard at 3 months when she caught wind of some deer behind the house. He didn't return home for an hour, and was a full twenty minutes behind his mother, but I feel he has the gift.
The mother Dixie is a skittish female that I picked up as a stray. She had ticks on her face and eyes and she hadn't eaten regular dog food in months. It took me about six-months to conquer her shyness by handling her daily and hand feeding her treats. When she finally came around I had to put her on a cable tie-out until I made room for her at my old house. She pulled off the stake and ran down in the woods several hundred yards until she became entangled in some vines, twisting and squirming as the cable attached to her nylon collar tightened more and more, cutting off her air supply. This is how I found her, squeaking and shaking. I quickly unbuckled her collar and put her in a pen with Lucky, hence the puppies. Ever since then she has been extremely loyal and guarding of me, even letting my wife and I handle all her newborn pups. She hunts well within a small pack or by herself, but her social nature preoccupies her in large packs or around new dogs.
Lucky's running mate 99% of the time was my male B.G. (Big Guy, B Gizzle). B.G. is a beautiful tri-color male (pictured above) who I also picked up as a stray although I believe he was dropped because of his eagerness to hunt deer. He is extremely loyal and loving, and when called in at the end of the hunt comes running. A solid tracking sure-footed dog with the stamina to trail for great distances and for long periods of time. All my dogs are conditioned throughout the year so as to be able to hunt them the maximum amount of days during season without downtime for rest.
I will be testing this tracking system 100% in all weather conditions, in all kinds of terrain. I will use it on my coonhound Pearl as well as all my deer beagles. I've been out of work for going on three weeks now so I've had a lot of time to post, but I promise to keep you updated on all our hunting, fishing, and outdoor adventures.
We've just finished our winter/spring litters, and so all the females are kept on heat watch. Dixie is a bitch that mothered a litter of eleven puppies Nov. 25. One puppy was still-born, but the other ten are all still alive and growing in their respective homes. I kept 3, 2 big tri-color males (one with ticking) and the runt of the litter, a female who is almost identical to the mother. We named the runt Peanut and I'm starting her on rabbits. Her two male brothers Rebel and Jeb are looking and sounding more and more like their father Lucky, who was hit by a truck and killed this past fall. 
Lucky was a purebred tri-color bench-legged beagle I picked up after he darted out in front of my truck being saved by my quick braking. He was obviously some one's lost house pet, or perhaps he was discarded after he continually chased deer, either way he was an extremely affectionate and loyal companion who's love for hunting rivaled the most determined walker hound. In fact, on many a cold December night we'd gather to listen to the various dogs still out hunting, who by nature pack up with any other hounds that are trailing the same deer. Among a half dozen tried and true, serious walker deer hound hunters I was alone in my love for beagles, but when all the dogs gathered up those nights, the first dog to strike, and the leader of the pack for the majority of the chase wasn't a long-legged walker, it was Lucky, and those guys knew it. It was undeniable, unmistakable, that low mournful bellow followed in unison by a melee of high pitched squeals and yips from the walkers. Lucky was in the lead, every time. Eventually the guys gave in and gave Lucky the due credit. They all admired the little male who would often run until his feet bled, you literally had to run and catch him off the track, he'd barely be able to walk but his nose never left the ground. We killed numerous deer in front of Lucky who didn't run considerably faster than the walkers, but he never lost a hot track, and always kept his nose to the ground. By all counts, he was an excellent hunter who I miss deeply. However, I find comfort in knowing that ten of his offspring are in happy homes where they can hunt the way their father did. The male puppy Rebel followed his mom out of the yard at 3 months when she caught wind of some deer behind the house. He didn't return home for an hour, and was a full twenty minutes behind his mother, but I feel he has the gift.
The mother Dixie is a skittish female that I picked up as a stray. She had ticks on her face and eyes and she hadn't eaten regular dog food in months. It took me about six-months to conquer her shyness by handling her daily and hand feeding her treats. When she finally came around I had to put her on a cable tie-out until I made room for her at my old house. She pulled off the stake and ran down in the woods several hundred yards until she became entangled in some vines, twisting and squirming as the cable attached to her nylon collar tightened more and more, cutting off her air supply. This is how I found her, squeaking and shaking. I quickly unbuckled her collar and put her in a pen with Lucky, hence the puppies. Ever since then she has been extremely loyal and guarding of me, even letting my wife and I handle all her newborn pups. She hunts well within a small pack or by herself, but her social nature preoccupies her in large packs or around new dogs.
Lucky's running mate 99% of the time was my male B.G. (Big Guy, B Gizzle). B.G. is a beautiful tri-color male (pictured above) who I also picked up as a stray although I believe he was dropped because of his eagerness to hunt deer. He is extremely loyal and loving, and when called in at the end of the hunt comes running. A solid tracking sure-footed dog with the stamina to trail for great distances and for long periods of time. All my dogs are conditioned throughout the year so as to be able to hunt them the maximum amount of days during season without downtime for rest.
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