rhomas
Banned
This is for all of you folks who've never been on a traditional dog drive deer hunt. Down here in the lowcountry of SC, chasing deer with hounds has been the traditional hunting method employed since we were British colonies. The swamps are thick and full of critters that would like to have you for lunch, or kill you for getting in their way. If a deer hunter wants to get a good opportunity to kill a nice buck, or a smart old doe, it often requires putting on the hip boots, slinging the shotgun over your shoulder, and making that treacherous trek down into the mist of the moss laden cypress trees and wait for the music of the crying hounds.
First off, a pack of hounds might be long legged Walkers, Goodmans, Trigs, Redbones, Blue Ticks and Red ticks; or, it might be a pack of 9 1/2" Dandy Jack Beagles all nervous with anticipation and as antsy as a kid on Christmas eve. Usually, the hunters (standers) will take off for their assigned ambush spots in the hopes that the hounds will push a fast moving brown rocket waving a white flag your way. The driver (person pushing the dogs) will turn 'em loose somewhere near a known bedding or feeding site, and then begin the push by hollering and entreating the dogs to "get 'em up". The sounds of the dogs yipping and squealing, intermingled with the shouts of the driver will invariably get the adrenaline pumping as the stander strains to hear that first change in the sound of the dogs as they start out trailing and eventually jump the quarry. As the stander surveys the swamp or woodlands around his location, it seems that every bush and stump looks like it's a deer. As the sounds of the dogs gets louder and louder, the nervousness increases as the stander holds the buckshot loaded shotgun up in order to gain a slight advantage when the time comes. The arms will begin to tremble and the legs will shake, as the sound of the hounds becomes ever closer. All of a sudden, there is another sound! Was it the snap of a tree limb, the thunder of hooves, or the splash of a body hitting the water? The dogs are getting nearer and all at once there it is.......a blur of brown and white jumping and dashing over fallen logs, darting through the thick brush and briars, while spraying water that catches the slight trickle of sunlight as it streams through the heavy cover above. The savvy stander will have snapped the safety off and is ready to find the opening that will provide an avenue for the buckshot to reach it's intended target. The deer is moving at speeds approaching Mach 1, as the hunter moves the bead through the animal and just past it's nose, then the boom of the gun echoes throughout the swamp, as the birds hush, and the hunter loses track of time and space. There might have to be a series of shots in order to hit the fast moving buck, but all of a sudden there is a mighty crash as the animal hits the ground. Cautiously the hunter appoaches, gun at the ready, just in case the deer jumps up, the hunter's heart is about to explode from his chest and his breathing is quick and shallow as he gets his hands on the antlers and holds his trophy. About that time the hounds arrive and they all have to get in and sniff and lick the deer while proudly strutting around as if to say "hey look at what we brought to you".
This moment is the culmination of the morning for you, as the driver begins calling for the dogs to return to him, it's now possible to calm down and appreciate what has been accomplished. It's also time to reflect on the fact that your great-great-great-great granddaddy may have been near where you are, standing in the same primordial muck among the majestic cypress trees and possible he is there with you now!
The tradition continues................
First off, a pack of hounds might be long legged Walkers, Goodmans, Trigs, Redbones, Blue Ticks and Red ticks; or, it might be a pack of 9 1/2" Dandy Jack Beagles all nervous with anticipation and as antsy as a kid on Christmas eve. Usually, the hunters (standers) will take off for their assigned ambush spots in the hopes that the hounds will push a fast moving brown rocket waving a white flag your way. The driver (person pushing the dogs) will turn 'em loose somewhere near a known bedding or feeding site, and then begin the push by hollering and entreating the dogs to "get 'em up". The sounds of the dogs yipping and squealing, intermingled with the shouts of the driver will invariably get the adrenaline pumping as the stander strains to hear that first change in the sound of the dogs as they start out trailing and eventually jump the quarry. As the stander surveys the swamp or woodlands around his location, it seems that every bush and stump looks like it's a deer. As the sounds of the dogs gets louder and louder, the nervousness increases as the stander holds the buckshot loaded shotgun up in order to gain a slight advantage when the time comes. The arms will begin to tremble and the legs will shake, as the sound of the hounds becomes ever closer. All of a sudden, there is another sound! Was it the snap of a tree limb, the thunder of hooves, or the splash of a body hitting the water? The dogs are getting nearer and all at once there it is.......a blur of brown and white jumping and dashing over fallen logs, darting through the thick brush and briars, while spraying water that catches the slight trickle of sunlight as it streams through the heavy cover above. The savvy stander will have snapped the safety off and is ready to find the opening that will provide an avenue for the buckshot to reach it's intended target. The deer is moving at speeds approaching Mach 1, as the hunter moves the bead through the animal and just past it's nose, then the boom of the gun echoes throughout the swamp, as the birds hush, and the hunter loses track of time and space. There might have to be a series of shots in order to hit the fast moving buck, but all of a sudden there is a mighty crash as the animal hits the ground. Cautiously the hunter appoaches, gun at the ready, just in case the deer jumps up, the hunter's heart is about to explode from his chest and his breathing is quick and shallow as he gets his hands on the antlers and holds his trophy. About that time the hounds arrive and they all have to get in and sniff and lick the deer while proudly strutting around as if to say "hey look at what we brought to you".
This moment is the culmination of the morning for you, as the driver begins calling for the dogs to return to him, it's now possible to calm down and appreciate what has been accomplished. It's also time to reflect on the fact that your great-great-great-great granddaddy may have been near where you are, standing in the same primordial muck among the majestic cypress trees and possible he is there with you now!
The tradition continues................