I haven’t blogged in quite some time. I used to do it frequently, when I lived in a far more interesting place than midsouthcentral Michigan. (Seriously, this place is really fucking boring.) I’m gonna try to do a post a week, we’ll see how long that lasts.
Flint has progressed a lot since my last post (just under two years ago) about his first raccoon. He’s gotten a lot more coons and has grown into quite a nice hunting dog. He is okay on squirrel but really digs hunting raccoons. He is also very aggressive towards predators like fox and coyote, and has enough interest in birds that if I were to work with him on them he’d probably make a decent flushing dog. (Some bird species, such as various grouse, will sometimes tree, which he will bark at if they do.)
Enough talk, lets see some pictures!
That’s just a snippet of the 2016/2017 season. Many times I either did not have my phone with me or just forgot to take pictures. I also let most of the animals Flint treed go. The hunting areas around here suck ass so I don’t take everything he finds since I want some stuff to be left to hunt another day and reproduce.
Flint turns one year old today.
Flint is a great mimic, sometimes too great. He learns really well by watching other dogs do things and from watching people too. I’ve read some articles and studies that indicate that dogs don’t always learn from watching humans as well as they do from watching other dogs, but when it comes to Flint, that’s not the case.
When spring arrived (for the most part), we put the outside table and chairs out on the deck. Flint immediately began to pull the cushions off the chairs and play with them in the yard. I’d put them back, and he’d take them off again. I attached the little velcro things to the chairs but that didn’t work, Flint kept pulling them off and tossing them around.
Sometimes he’d take a nap on them.
I figured that he wouldn’t be able to get the cushions off the chairs if I turned them to face the table and pushed them in. Flint watched me as I turned the chairs and shoved them under the table. I went back inside and watched him for a few minutes as he examined the chairs carefully. Then, to my surprise, he grabbed one of the chairs by the arm, dragged it out, turned it around, and yanked the cushion off!
I figured he’d try to wrestle the cushion out from under the arm of the chair or something, but no, he did what I had in reverse and easily pulled the cushion off the chair.
And all the others that he could reach.
He’s a smart cookie, that Munchy dog.