Last night the dogs found a raccoon who had stupidly gone up into a bush instead of a tree. Conker began to flip out (he’s killed a racoon on his own before and was preparing for battle) then Flint barked and jumped into the bush and dragged the raccoon out. A vicious fight began, and outnumbered two to one, the raccoon didn’t last long. The battle was over in 30 seconds.
The dogs didn’t actually kill her, I did. They had done enough damage that there was no way she was going to survive, so I put her down. I was unprepared for it and only had a leash, but I made it work and it was over quick.
When the fight first began, Flint wasn’t really sure what he was doing. He bit at the raccoon, not taking an actual bite, and discovered that sometimes critters bite back. This put him off a bit. (Conker on the other hand was in SharkMode. There was no stopping him until the raccoon was dead, mostly dead, or got away.) Then she latched onto his nose and made him scream. That downright pissed him off, and after Conker yanked the raccoon off him, Flint dove in with as much determination as the little dog half his size to do that raccoon in.
Why didn’t I stop the dogs, you might ask? Because I’m not fond of getting bit, which is exactly what would have happened had I reached in there, and I honestly don’t have a problem with my dogs killing things. I don’t encourage it, but I don’t stop it either.
Also, I hunt with the dogs so… Yeah.
Next weekend Flint will be going to Indiana to stay with a hunting buddy of mine for a little while. He will be hunted on squirrel and raccoon during that time, and get some additional training that he still needs work on. So last night’s coon got him off to a good start for that.
I start work (driving semi trucks) very soon. Once I am on my own (not in training or driving team) and able to take a dog with me, I’ll pick him up and he’ll be my trucking buddy.