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What A Hunting Dog!!
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R.I.P. Dwayne
Now if I could only get my cats to fetch like that. :bowdown::bowdown:
cuznjohn
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reminds me of 3 guys in a bar drinking one night and talking about their hunting dogs. one German, one Irish man, and one Italian.
they all say that their dog is the best hunting dog there is, so they make bets and decide to meet tomorrow in the woods to go hunting.
the German shows up first. he has a beautiful hunting jacket on. he also has a beautiful German shotgun and a fantastic German Sheppard.
second to show up was the Irish guy. he also is dresses fantastic. he had this beautiful Irish made shotgun, and a beautiful Irish setter.
lastly the Italian shows up. he is wearing a torn pair of white shorts, and a dirty and torn sleeveless tee shirt. he has a broom stick, and some dirty looking smelly mutt that is acting crazy. the other two men look at him and laugh. when they ask him if he is going to hunt with them, in a Italian accent he says, don't worry, i do my own hunting.
the 3 start to walk into the woods, after about 5 minutes, the Italians mutt stops and starts to point up into a tree. when they look, they see a raccoon in the tree. the Irish and the German guys say, let us shoot it, but the Italian says, i do my own hunting. he walks over to the tree with the broom stick. his dog is running around the tree like he is nuts, and the Italian hits the tree with the stick. the raccoon looses it's balance and falls out of the tree. the mutt runs over to the raccoon and humps it to death. once dead, the Italian picks it up and puts it in a bag. the other two men are amazed. with that they continue to move on and hunt.
another half hour passes and again the Italians mutt stops and points into a tree. this time there is a bob cat in the tree. the Irish and the German guys now say, this is too much for you with the stick and your dog, let us shoot it. once again the Italian says, don't worry, i do my own hunting. he walks over to the tree with the stick, the dog is again running around the tree like a real nut job, he hits the tree harder this time, and the bob cat falls on the ground, and sure enough, the dog runs up and humps it to death. the other two are totally speechless. the Italian just smiles, pets his dog, picks up the bob cat and puts it in the bag, pulls out 3 beers and a cigarette and they sit and talk a little.
now it starts getting late and they decide to head back to the cars. as they are walking back the Italians dog points into a tree again. this time when they look there is a black bear in the tree. it has to be close to 600 pounds. the Irish and German say to the Italian, look, the other two were luck for your dog. but this bear is the largest we have ever seen in this woods. you have to make up shoot this one. once again the Italian said, my dog spotted it, not yours, and don't worry, i do my own hunting. he takes his stick and dog and goes over to the tree. the dog is going totally nuts this time. foaming at the mouth, growling and jumping, the Italian takes the stick and hits the tree, nothing happens, the bear just looks down, and the dog is going nuts. he hits the tree again, harder this time, and again nothing happens. the bear is still up there looking down at the dog. so the Italian guy starts to climb the tree. as he does, the bear climbs higher. so the Italian climbs higher. this goes on till both the bear and the Italian are about 50 foot into the tree. the bear is on one branch and the Italian on another, and the Italian polk's the bear with the broom stick. the bear pushes the stick. again he polk's the bear, and again the bear pushes the stick away. finely he hits the bear with the stick, the bear grabs the stick and hits him back with it. this causes the Italian to loose his balance and to start to fall out of the tree. as he is falling out of the tree, he yells to the Irish and German guys
SHOOT THE DOG!!!!!!!
they all say that their dog is the best hunting dog there is, so they make bets and decide to meet tomorrow in the woods to go hunting.
the German shows up first. he has a beautiful hunting jacket on. he also has a beautiful German shotgun and a fantastic German Sheppard.
second to show up was the Irish guy. he also is dresses fantastic. he had this beautiful Irish made shotgun, and a beautiful Irish setter.
lastly the Italian shows up. he is wearing a torn pair of white shorts, and a dirty and torn sleeveless tee shirt. he has a broom stick, and some dirty looking smelly mutt that is acting crazy. the other two men look at him and laugh. when they ask him if he is going to hunt with them, in a Italian accent he says, don't worry, i do my own hunting.
the 3 start to walk into the woods, after about 5 minutes, the Italians mutt stops and starts to point up into a tree. when they look, they see a raccoon in the tree. the Irish and the German guys say, let us shoot it, but the Italian says, i do my own hunting. he walks over to the tree with the broom stick. his dog is running around the tree like he is nuts, and the Italian hits the tree with the stick. the raccoon looses it's balance and falls out of the tree. the mutt runs over to the raccoon and humps it to death. once dead, the Italian picks it up and puts it in a bag. the other two men are amazed. with that they continue to move on and hunt.
another half hour passes and again the Italians mutt stops and points into a tree. this time there is a bob cat in the tree. the Irish and the German guys now say, this is too much for you with the stick and your dog, let us shoot it. once again the Italian says, don't worry, i do my own hunting. he walks over to the tree with the stick, the dog is again running around the tree like a real nut job, he hits the tree harder this time, and the bob cat falls on the ground, and sure enough, the dog runs up and humps it to death. the other two are totally speechless. the Italian just smiles, pets his dog, picks up the bob cat and puts it in the bag, pulls out 3 beers and a cigarette and they sit and talk a little.
now it starts getting late and they decide to head back to the cars. as they are walking back the Italians dog points into a tree again. this time when they look there is a black bear in the tree. it has to be close to 600 pounds. the Irish and German say to the Italian, look, the other two were luck for your dog. but this bear is the largest we have ever seen in this woods. you have to make up shoot this one. once again the Italian said, my dog spotted it, not yours, and don't worry, i do my own hunting. he takes his stick and dog and goes over to the tree. the dog is going totally nuts this time. foaming at the mouth, growling and jumping, the Italian takes the stick and hits the tree, nothing happens, the bear just looks down, and the dog is going nuts. he hits the tree again, harder this time, and again nothing happens. the bear is still up there looking down at the dog. so the Italian guy starts to climb the tree. as he does, the bear climbs higher. so the Italian climbs higher. this goes on till both the bear and the Italian are about 50 foot into the tree. the bear is on one branch and the Italian on another, and the Italian polk's the bear with the broom stick. the bear pushes the stick. again he polk's the bear, and again the bear pushes the stick away. finely he hits the bear with the stick, the bear grabs the stick and hits him back with it. this causes the Italian to loose his balance and to start to fall out of the tree. as he is falling out of the tree, he yells to the Irish and German guys
SHOOT THE DOG!!!!!!!
That dog is GOOD!! It's just retrieved the link right outta the first post in the thread!! :shocked:
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Bob Denman
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Let's try another source... 
Bob Denman
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I grabbed the first URL out of an email...
The second time: I went right to Youtube for it! :thumbup:
The second time: I went right to Youtube for it! :thumbup:
Bob Denman
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We were hunting rabbits up in the Adirondacks about twenty years ago...
We had a real young Beagle with us, that was on his first set of REAL tracks.
He ran one past one of our gang, and he rolled the Thumper over.
But when he tried to get it from the dog: he got bit! :yikes:
That at dog worked hard: he wasn't gonna give it up!
We had a real young Beagle with us, that was on his first set of REAL tracks.
He ran one past one of our gang, and he rolled the Thumper over.
But when he tried to get it from the dog: he got bit! :yikes:
That at dog worked hard: he wasn't gonna give it up!
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