#Hunting Dog Training

[largemouthbassnation]

German Shorthaired Pointer Color Combos

Welcome to Standing Stone Kennels! In this video we talk about German shorthaired pointer color combinations and how you get them. Send Us Mail 5919 W Pleasant Valley Rd Pretty Prairie, KS 67570 Links Step-By-Step Dog Training Course: Join our Patreon Community – Our Store – Social Media Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/StandingStoneKennels Instagram:…

[karmicpunishment]

could you imagine being raised around the hunting dogs??? it is a wonder tachihara is as normal as he is i cant lie

[abirddogmoment]

Rory has been trending a little bun-obsessed lately, probably because we have lots of bunnies in our condo complex and she has to practice a lot of impulse control as she can't chase or really fixate on them, so I've been looking for ways to help her fulfill her bunny-murder urges safely.

Unfortunately we don't have a ton of areas I comfortable coursing her (letting her chase buns until she can't see them or catches them) because our bunnies are mostly urban animals BUT I was at the bougie pet store for unrelated reasons and they had dried rabbit feets which gave me an idea!

I bought a few and got some paper bags and put Rory in another room while I hid them around the apartment to sniff out, destroy, and eat. I figured it would satisfy some of her murder urges, even if it's not the whole predation sequence.

She was pretty happy about it! I'll try to add this to our rotation of enrichment activities and maybe get a few rabbit feet to chuck at her outdoors sometimes. Hopefully it'll help vent those bunny frustrations so they don't build up and hurt my good dog behaviours.

[midnight-soulless-system]

If you try to get any dog's attention without explicit permission from the owner, I hope that you suffer. Sincerely, someone with a service dog in training that experiences this shit all the time <3

[losech]

So I have a Mountian Feist mix and want to start squrill hunting. I don't know how to use a gun or shoot, I'm not ever sure I would be able to kill a squirrel tbh. But if I were to learn to shoot a gun and kill squrills. What should I train my dog to do? does the retrieve them as well or only find them?

i was just wondering if you could do a post on what exactly your dogs do for you while hunting and how you trained them.

Check your local regulations on squirrel hunting with dogs. It's not explicitly addressed everywhere, so you might need to call or email the DNR in order to get a solid answer. Squirrel is a pretty popular came though, so it will most likely have a section in the general regulations.

Next find a hunter's ed course nearby. Most of them are pretty basic, but they are usually open to answering questions about firearms and how to use them, and the courses are geared so children can pass. They have a field day where you actually use a firearm too. They are not difficult, so don't be intimidated. You will need a hunter's ed card in order to get a license anyways.

If you can, find a squirrel hunter in your area who will let you tag along. Most are pretty welcoming to new hunters. If you are on facebook, just search for your state/region and "squirrel dogs" or "squirrel hunting" and there is most likely a group you can join and ask in.

Anyways, I am literally just taking an armed walk with my dogs in the woods. The dogs will find a squirrel, put it up a tree, bark at it, and I shoot it. Depending on which dog I'm hunting I might see them for most of the hunt or they might be out of sight often, they each hunt differently. I do try to keep them within about 150 yards though, I hunt in some thick swampy areas and I don't particularly like trudging through that for a squirrel that ended up getting into a hole because I took so long to get there.

I don't do anything particularly complicated when training a dog. I do work on recall first, this is extremely important to me since I hunt on small tracts of land and do not want my dogs going onto private. I do not teach all the stuff bird hunters do, and I do not train my dogs on caged game.

If your dog has never been around gunfire, you can try taking them to a range to see how they react. Keep your distance at first and give them lots of praise and reward when someone shoots. If you go with a friend, start with something small like a .22, or a smaller gauge shotgun. I have never done this though, I just take my dog out and when they get their first good tree, I tie them to a smaller one in case they get startled, and shoot the squirrel. I immediately give it to them and I've not had a gunshy dog yet.

I try to put that dog where I know there's squirrels, so scouting out an area first is a good idea. Once the dog finds and chases a squirrel, I encourage them to bark at it if they aren't already. Don't shoot if they aren't barking unless you want a dog that doesn't bark on the tree. Lots of praise for finding that squirrel, even if they don't tree it. You want them to understand that squirrels are what you're after so encourage tracking, chasing, and treeing. If the dog goes after something you don't want to hunt, call them off and keep looking for squirrels. This is where the recall comes in handy, my dogs are trained to recall to the tone on the GPS collar so I don't have to yell if they're far away.

The best re enforcer for hunting squirrels is shooting one to the dog. You won't always get to do that right away, sometimes you need to work on the dog focusing on finding squirrels for a while. It might take a few trips, or an entire season, for it to click. Just keep getting out there and eventually everything that you need to happen will and you'll get that first squirrel down to your dog. You can use aids like skins and scents, but I just train on wild game, and I like to watch a dog figure it out.

I do not train my dogs to retrieve the squirrel, but that is a very handy thing if the squirrel lands in some thick or thorny brush. Ember's breeder trains his dogs to take it back to the truck. He does something called roading where the dog runs ahead of the truck. I do not hunt this way as I prefer to walk trails and there is nowhere to safely road my dogs here.

It seems intimidating to get started, and I know it was to me the first time I tried it, but once I'd been doing it for a bit, it wasn't much different from hiking. I just had a gun and went off trail more and sometimes came home with dinner.

[abrahamvanhelsings]

for the ship asks: joplittle? i know i'm opening pandora's box with this

if someone already asked, then going for any other ned ship you might also like? choose freely my friend

AUGH my beloveds!! ill try not to make this a whole essay so ill point out a couple of things that i love about them at random

the way they interact with each other on screen has me obsessed. i wrote a post a bit ago about how we don't see them talk much together but they have a lot of potential anyway, and then @cinematicnomad made a great point about the fact that they DO interact but a lot it is nonverbal. honestly that opened my eyes to so much little things i hadn't noticed before. that they communicate through glances and gestures and that they understand each other, know each other well enough to have that kind of interaction... they may be background characters and we may not see the progression of their relationship much, but we can tell that it happens, and that they become close. you can tell that being in that precarious situation together, where crozier's alcoholism is affecting the entire expedition but it also has to be kept a secret, and they're the two people who know, and who are responsible for crozier/everything else, that really created a very tight bond between them.

speaking of tight friendships! we can tell that it happens bc edward, famously, is SO happy when jopson is made lieutenant. everyone at that table thinks it's deserved, and is happy for jopson, but edward is a beam of sunlight in that tent. genuinely can't stop smiling. it's so so lovely to me that he can't contain his own glee bc he's so glad and proud. get you a man who applauds your successes like edward little

there are so many ways their personalities fit together so well!! they're both extremely diligent in their duties, but it plays out differently in them both, and they both have different weaknesses. they're the type of people who are generally quiet and unobtrusive but steadfast and loyal, but where jopson tends to go sharp as a knife under pressure, edward always worries that he is doing the right thing (that's also bc for a large part of the expedition they have very different responsibilites and cares, but nevertheless). they're both guarded where it comes to showing their inner feelings, but it feels to me that jopson can provide a firmness, the assurance that edward needs to remain confident in who he is and what he does, whereas edward (once you've cracked him like an egg) has a warmth to him that can fold around jopson like a blanket, to let go of that tightly-controlled professionalism. each other's safety blankets, people who can mitigate the other's shortcomings, and provide space for their better qualities and their feelings to come to full bloom.

lower class/higher class dynamic is a weakness of mine. any fic that has thomas being a steward/valet to edward in any capacity with the victorian slow burn mutual pining/mutual 'he is to good for me' has me on my knees

[bones-n-bookles]

Pride Torch variants for pride 🏳️‍🌈

[largemouthbassnation]

Kansas Pheasant Hunting With A Young German Shorthaired Pointer

We had a great time on a Kansas pheasant hunt with our young German Shorthaired Pointer, Hex! We did an entire training video series on his development as a puppy and it was awesome that we got to show the culmination of all of his hard work in a fun highlight reel of his Kansas pheasant hunt! This video is a fun watch full of great tips and tricks if you are taking a young dog hunting and how to…

[karmicpunishment]

tachihara definitely thought she was his age for a solid week at least before he found out the truth.

teruko thought it was hilarious.

jouno and tecchou thought teruko had already got her hands on tachi and used her ability on him (for fun primarily) when he was first introduced before being told “no he’s just actually a child”

[losech]

Can you say a little about your dogs' prey drive when you're not hunting? (Do they king/get fixated on squirrels and cats, or is it something you can turn on and off pretty consistently?

I tend to encourage prey drive all year round, so my dogs will want to chase/tree/catch/bark at critters even when it's not hunting season. They are either in my yard or leashed and do not actually engage the animals. I can call them off critters though, I put a lot of work into recall.

You can teach a WSL that cats are out of bounds and that when leashed to not get hyped up about prey species. If you don't hunt at all you can train them to ignore most animals, easiest to begin when they're young. But in general, this breed is going to want to hunt, and you will be working against their nature to turn that drive off.

[raddestrose]

I’ve got chapter 120 up, lets go 🫡

We got Akutagalookin pretty as always

OOooh hes lookibf and speaking fancy with his little helmet and everything

Whered he get paper and pencil from, did he have this planned and decided to bring notes or something?

like just waiting to pull it out or something?

I KNOW WHOS GOIN ON THE OFRENDA

BRO WHAT THE HELL

WE JUST GOT HIM BACK AND YOU ALREADY KILLED HIM AGAIN??

We literally just saw him again fir the first time in months and he was only back fir like seven pages if even

dude- Asagiri NOT COOL

YEAASSSSSSS FUKUZAWAS BACK YALL

if he hmtets killed in these next few pages im literally going to riot

ahagagagg

[gilfrespecter]

Bro why did no one tell me the adult combo fishing hunting license here is so cheap. We eating good this fall/winter. The bag limit for deer is 4?!??!??

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INSTAЯ (2)

Prompt 2 Discovery for Promptober!! The speed at which I pumped this out is uncanny.

Dawn investigates - Honey ... does her own thing.

General warning, this chapter is still fairly horror oriented, and a few scenes can best be described as "Yucky." The content warnings are not extreme, but be wary of you're sensitive to any of the topics.

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 1

Next Chapter: Chapter 3

Word count: 1685

CW: Gore/Gross out (Blood/viscera, mild body horror, vomit) Mentions of firearms, Adult language.

The silence persisted, yet I sat still- back pressed firmly against the dresser. Time seemed to slip by me. I sat in wait, certain that if I moved an inch- if I made even the slightest sound- the creature would come crashing against the door. I stayed motionless, my every nerve firing with adrenaline. Anticipation weakened my grasp on time, minutes slipping by like sand through my fingers. Minutes turned to hours, and the night turned to dawn. 

As the first rays of soft orange light drifted through the window, my room was cast in a paradoxically comforting glow- a subtle shift in atmosphere occurring. The morning sun breathed life into the world outside; Birds chirped- swooping and diving to catch insects in the early morning mist. It was calm- comforting even. A beautiful and serene atmosphere bent on putting me at ease- which was exactly what I feared. 

Eyelids heavy, my head dipped for a split second, nearly lulled to sleep by the surrounding tranquility- only for me to jerk awake with a gasp- a jolt of fear snapping me back to consciousness. Despite the fear, despite knowing that thing could be right outside, I couldn’t help but nod off in the quiet serenity of the early morning after the toll of last night's events. 

I shook my head. No. Stay awake. 

It was quiet- it had been for hours now. I chewed at my thumb, nervously picking at the skin as I considered my options. I had to get out of here, and there was no way I was getting far without my keys. As if in protest, my mind conjures up memories of the creature catching the bat- crumpling it like tinfoil. Though… that thing had also crumpled… I thought back to its staggered steps, the way it had begun to fall apart right in front of me…  The agonized wails…

The way it had seemed almost scared…

I tasted blood on my tongue as I chewed the skin of my thumb raw. 

Was it dying? Maybe it’s already dead… 

I clenched my teeth, tension growing as I considered what to do. It had been quiet- and I needed those keys. My heart pounded in my chest, anticipation pushing away the exhaustion. 

As quietly as I could manage, I nudged the dresser back, teetering it side to side to walk it back quietly. I paused- met with nothing but silence. A part of me hated that. A cowardly part of me longed for the excuse of needing to stay put- clinging to temporary shelter at the cost of the long term. 

Carefully, I eased the door open- praying that the hinges were good and oiled. Once again, I was met with silence. My hands shook, bracing for whatever sight would great me on the opposite side of the door. My heart thundered in my chest so aggressively I was worried it would summon the creature straight back to me and- 

Honey shoved past me, pushing herself through the door and into the hall as if the events of last night had been wiped clean from her brain. 

No. No. No.

“Honey!” I hissed, whisper yelling through gritted teeth “Get back here.” She turned her head to me briefly in acknowledgement, tongue lolling out to the side before completely disregarding me- instead choosing to sniff a trail down the hallway and out of sight into the living room. 

That fearless fucking idiot. 

After a moment's hesitation I follow after her, steps hasty but light as I power forward. Honey comes trotting back before I can make it down the hall, tail wagging as she carries something in her mouth. 

What does she- 

As she gets closer realization dawns on me- I watch in disgust as she shakes a thick chunk of the creature's shell back and forth as if it were one of her numerous toys. A thick liquid is flung to either side of her as she shakes it, and I can only hope that it's drool and not whatever vile ooze had been seeping from the creature. 

Honey bows down in front of me, butt in there air and tail wagging so aggressively her whole body shakes as she gnaws on it. I suppress a gag. 

“Fuck- ew. No. Honey. Drop it.”  

Honey drops the thick chunk to the ground with a clatter and I flinch at the sound. Even still, the silence persists. I reach down and pick up the chunk. It's thick and heavy- though I don’t take the time to inspect it any further as I toss back into the bedroom, landing it softly onto the bed. 

Honey chases after it. I press on forward. Somehow, despite all the fear and anticipation, I feel a growing sense of annoyance. An emotion that only grows in potency as I hear the clack of her claws against the hardwood as she follows after me, placing the slab of shed exoskeleton in my hand. 

Oh, for Fuck’s sake. 

I open the bathroom door and stick the shed armor on the counter- promptly shutting the door before Honey could retrieve her new found toy. Not in the least bit dissuaded, Honey trots off ahead again, much to my frustration. Though, the silence and the carefree demeanor of my fearless idiot seemed to ease some of the tension. Had it left? 

Was it dead? 

A crunching sound breaks through the silence, my heart lurching into my throat. My pace quickened. 

Fuck. Was it still here?

I rounded the corner and was greeted with a grisly sight. A mixture of relief and unease filled me as the creature itself was nowhere to be seen- well… At least not all of it. 

Honey rolled in a pile of gooey exoskeleton, disturbing the horrific stench of stale rot with her every move. Her warm yellow fur coated in a sickly ooze, a putrid combination of a pussy looking substance and the bloody viscera it had thrown up the night before.  She joyfully wriggled on the floor, its shell crunching beneath her as she chewed at whatever was nearest to her mouth. 

I threw up.

A small heave was all the warning I had before I doubled over, bile and the acidic remains of last night's dinner spilling past my lips- hot and wet. Through teary eyes, I glared at Honey. She stared back happily, moving to chew on a chunk of what seemed to be a part of its arm as if it were a bone. I gagged. 

Fuck it. Let her occupy herself. 

Shooting my dog one last disappointed glare, I passed through the livingroom and into the kitchen. The floor was littered with more chunks of the creature, yet nowhere near the volume of that of the livingroom. Blood and ooze was slick against the linoleum and I carefully watched my step as I tiptoed around the carnage.  

I flinch at the clicking of Honey’s nails on the floor. She struts over, tail wagging as if this is the best day of her life, another gruesome chunk in her mouth- stringy bits of flesh hanging off the piece. I feel bile rise in my throat and forcefully swallow it back down. 

“Get,” I hiss, shooing her away as I peek my head in the dining room.

Nothing. 

Behind me I can hear as she tosses the chunk around, clamoring after it with a yip. 

So much for staying quiet. 

I surveyed the room. Not a single thing was out of place. I shiver- something felt off.  

Just where the fuck was the rest of it?

A clatter in the livingroom nearly sends my heart skyrocketing out of my mouth, as Honey continues to play with the carnage. I shudder at the very idea of how I was supposed to clean up the aftermath of whatever had occurred last night.

No… not aftermath.

Something was still very off. Where could that thing have crawled off to…

I feel a chill creep up my spine. Scenes from various horror movies of monsters crawling on the ceiling forcing themselves into my head. Slowly, I look up, heart thundering in my ears- 

Nothing. 

I force a laugh. Guess it's not that much of a horror movie. Though even as I chuckle, the unease doesn’t subside- a voice at the back of my mind urging me to go get the gun from the garage. 

As I go to slip out the side door I freeze. The handle doesn’t budge. Dread settles in my gut. I never lock the side door- why was it locked? Realization dawns on me- that persistent off feeling coming to a climax… Hastily, I double back through the kitchen toward the entryway. Honey joins me, her whole body wagging as she carries another chunk of the creature in her mouth. 

My eyes fall on the door and my mouth goes dry. 

The front door is closed- locked from the inside. 

It was still here. 

Another, much more unnerving thought followed. It had known to lock the doors. 

I found myself biting my thumb- regretting the nervous habit after realizing I’d touched that thing’s oozing shed body parts. Where the fuck had it gone? Did it just evaporate under its shell? Some crash landed alien rapidly expiring under earth’s atmosphere? My spiraling thoughts are interrupted by Honey leaning up against me, oblivious to anything other than wanting to play with her new “toy.” 

I exhale. 

That fearless idiot. As I patted her flank I felt as logic eased away some of the tension. Honey would have alerted me if it was in the house, right? I was barely able to call her off that monstrosity last night.

I look down at her, her sweet puppy dog eyes staring back up at me as she wags her tail hopefully. 

Fuck it. 

I place my hand in front of her, signaling her to drop it. 

Excited by the prospect of fetch, Honey eagerly acquiesces. 

The moment the weight hits my hands, I immediately feel something is off- Movement. Whatever the fuck she had grabbed was moving. 

I scream.

[largemouthbassnation]

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[tj-crochets]

I have new neighbors and today they were out in their yard (the youngest kid saw a cool bug) and their little dog was offleash so I got to meet neighbor dog! Neighbor dog is my new favorite

[doggozila]

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