AMEN PLOW, IF A DOG GETS MY CHICKENS, 52 WEEKS
LATER HE'LL BE DEAD A YEAR. I ONLY HAVE 2 AMISH
NEIGHBORS & WE GET ALONG WELL. ONE OF THEM HAS A
DOG THAT WANDERS OVER ONCE IN A WHILE BUT JUST
SMELLS AROUND & GOES HOME. I THINK HE IS HUNTING
HIS OWNER. BUNNYBUSTER
Silence is golden
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[Well I am lucky cause I don't have no neighbors but if a dog come on my place & was killing chickens he would be shot on the spot & I would expect anyone else to do the same if it was my dog. A dog running cattle or kiling chickens in my part of the world would not see the next sunrise.
My dogs is generally pretty quiet because I don't put up with that useless barking, I take my belt to them & that teaches them pretty quick to stay quiet. If you boys would keep them run down they wouldn't be so full of pee & vinegar & would lay around resting instead of climbing the wall. lol]
You shoot my hound before you call me and I would have to come over and shoot you...lol...lol
Some hounds you can't run the pee & vinegar out of, their always ready for more, but you can breed it out of them.
Some hounds are always alert & aware of their surroundings, ever have one you couldn't slip up on. Some of my best hounds have always been the first to spot me headed to the kennel and sound the alert.
You, not having any neighbors, really disqualifies you from evaluating the problems others may have, that do. To assume that their problem stems from a lack of running their hounds is ignorance...Patch
waddog,
It's true, once they've tasted the blood, it's harder to break them. But then again, I've known hounds that were scared of chickens and lacked the grit to kill anything...Patch
[Well I am lucky cause I don't have no neighbors but if a dog come on my place & was killing chickens he would be shot on the spot & I would expect anyone else to do the same if it was my dog. A dog running cattle or kiling chickens in my part of the world would not see the next sunrise.
My dogs is generally pretty quiet because I don't put up with that useless barking, I take my belt to them & that teaches them pretty quick to stay quiet. If you boys would keep them run down they wouldn't be so full of pee & vinegar & would lay around resting instead of climbing the wall. lol]
You shoot my hound before you call me and I would have to come over and shoot you...lol...lol
Some hounds you can't run the pee & vinegar out of, their always ready for more, but you can breed it out of them.
Some hounds are always alert & aware of their surroundings, ever have one you couldn't slip up on. Some of my best hounds have always been the first to spot me headed to the kennel and sound the alert.
You, not having any neighbors, really disqualifies you from evaluating the problems others may have, that do. To assume that their problem stems from a lack of running their hounds is ignorance...Patch
waddog,
It's true, once they've tasted the blood, it's harder to break them. But then again, I've known hounds that were scared of chickens and lacked the grit to kill anything...Patch
To those whos bashin my dogs about killiing the chicken.... It was on my property when it was killed... not on the neighbors property.. I can let my dogs loose and they go 2 places either the front yard or the field front yard for territory marking the field for running.... So with that said do you keep your chickens on your property if not better not be my neighbor. If its on my land I cant say what will happen but if it stays on yours it want happen. Ohh one more thing... the house that owned the chicken is about 300 yds from my house wreckon the chicken should of been here or there.
Jason
Jason
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Plow
Now the chicken coming over to the dogs place is a little different story than the dog going to the neighbors to kill chickens, so I'll backup on that one. i would tie it around his neck until it rots off, I have seen that work on some. But what do I know I'm ignorant, man that explains most of my problems. Well back to my crayons for the night & leave it to the pro's.
no problem plow... I should of been a little more detailed on my first post. This rooster was a tease and a half on my dogs. He would lite on top there fence and just sit there. He would walk all around the kennel scratching, he would get like 1 foot from the fence and walk back and forth kinda like saying hahahaha you cant get me... my dogs dont bark much in the kennel unless something gets in the yard thats not souppost to be there and with that chicken it was a never ending battle until that one day...
Jason
Jason
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I have had this afew days now. And this is what I think, notice I said think because I know very little for sure. It appears the smart dogs understand somewhat why this thing makes the noise and the dumb ones have to bark once to be reminded. But the yard dogs stays away now. I think it helps a lot. My neighbors are a half a mile away, but he had better call me before he kills my dog, I would him. But if it was this yard dog I would tell him make sure to use a big gun. Amen Patch.
Ahh plowboy, stay with us, you know your my buddy. Besides, your going to have to learn all about this stuff and how to be a good neighbor when all those condo's get built up around you.
I figure someday the only way we'll get to keep hounds is to move off to some nasty place where no one else wants to live, then they'll leave us alone.
Hey Jack,
Is your bark breaker operated by battery or 110v, or do they even make a plug-in type? Would be nice to have them like the smoke alarm, 110v with battery back-up.
One of the calves got out today and decided he wanted to graze around the kennel, well, it set them to barking. If I'd had one of them things, it would have shut them up and maybe scared the calf back in and I wouldn't have had to go out in the rain...lol
Should be good runn'in in the morning, might even take along the 22 and knock out a couple of bushy tails, mmmmm, squirrel gravy...Patch
I figure someday the only way we'll get to keep hounds is to move off to some nasty place where no one else wants to live, then they'll leave us alone.
Hey Jack,
Is your bark breaker operated by battery or 110v, or do they even make a plug-in type? Would be nice to have them like the smoke alarm, 110v with battery back-up.
One of the calves got out today and decided he wanted to graze around the kennel, well, it set them to barking. If I'd had one of them things, it would have shut them up and maybe scared the calf back in and I wouldn't have had to go out in the rain...lol
Should be good runn'in in the morning, might even take along the 22 and knock out a couple of bushy tails, mmmmm, squirrel gravy...Patch
Patch, it works on a 9 volt battery. When you first buy it has a test battery in it and this must be changed to a new battery to make it work proper. Could not answer you the other day because the eye dotor had placed some stuff my eyes while checking them and the light hurt. They claim no more glasses for me.
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Hey boys I have a chicken killing story for you. About 25 years ago my Uncle Ray had a hound/lab cross that was smart as the day is long. This dog was smart and could do every trick imaginable, sit, stay, rollover, balance a treat on her nose and when told would toss it in the air and catch it in her mouth. This mutt was show bizz material. Now before I start let me tell you about Uncle Ray. He was a MEAN son of a gun and had a temper of a pitbull. To top things off he was only about 5'2" tall and about 320 pounds. Every one of those pounds were tough and many a time he would get his mitts on someone who would smart mouth him and pound the living $h1* out of them. Come to think of it he seemed willing to grab someone for most any reason or none at all if the mood struck him. I have never met ANYONE that I would have put money on in a fight with the man. He is long dead and gone at this point and anytime I see a shooting star I figure its him tossing another angel around. 
I will not even begin to tell the sadistic sense of humor or things he put me and others through but will leave them for a later date. At least for this story you have a picture of the man and his hound.
Well for a while my Uncle and Aunt lived in an old farmhouse that they rented from a farmer. It was on that farm the dog got into the habbit of knocking off the farmers chickens. Now my family are not high rollers and money was a precious comodity and remains so to this day. It was for that reason that this new habit of chicken killing grew old fast. Having to pay a couple of bucks every other day or so for a dead and somewhat tenderized chicken got to be an expensive ordeal. And despite my uncles size and appetite the man was none to keen on eating chicken everytime his dog decided they should have one for dinner. The icing on the cake though was that while they knew it was his dog doing it they never actually saw her do it. Remember I told you she was smart? Well she must have had an inckling what she was doing wasn't a "GOOD" thing and was sneeky in her commiting of "Chickencide". Her luck ran out however one morning when Uncle Ray let her out to "do her business". Sitting there drinking his coffee and eating breakfast something felt strange. All at once he realized what was different. Every morning the farmers rooster would come out and crow for all he was worth. This rooster was a real big time crower and seemed proud of the job he could do. It was for that reason that he was so quickly missed. As Uncle got to his feet and peered from the kitchen window he finally caught his chicken killer at work. In a rage he stormed out the door and across the yard screaming at his dog the entire way. When she knew she had been busted she dropped the rooster and began crawling to him with her head tipped to the side and seemingly attempting to spit the feather evidence off of her mouth and lips. To late!!! She was busted!! Looking at the dead rooster laying there on the ground was all my uncle could take. He picked the rooster off the ground and promptly began beating the dog for all he was worth with the dead rooster. Featers, dust, dog hair and blood flying about mixed in with some of the loudest shouting and salty obscenities imaginable, well let me tell you it must have been a site! When he figured his up to this point smart dog now understood that there would be no more chicken (or rooster) killing he threw the rooster on the ground and made her come back to the house with him. The dog lay trembling under the table at his feet as he sat down to finish his breakfast. All he could think about was how mad the farmer was going to be and how it was going to cost him another couple bucks for still another chicken as he sat there sipping his coffee and staring out the window. All at once he saw out the window an unbelievable site. The rooster who had just been mauled by his dog and then used as an unorthodox tool of disipline was regaining its feet. It was not dead after all! The poor thing battered and bruised must have been one tough bird. My uncle could not help but laugh as the rooster cleared its head and then ran back into the coop. The poor rooster was never the same after that. Every morning following the double assault the rooster would at the crack of dawn make a mad rush out of the coop, crow loudly once and then high tail it back into the coop. Other than that the rooster would never step foot outside. For the record....the dog never touched another chicken....or rooster!
Peace,
NYH
I will not even begin to tell the sadistic sense of humor or things he put me and others through but will leave them for a later date. At least for this story you have a picture of the man and his hound. Well for a while my Uncle and Aunt lived in an old farmhouse that they rented from a farmer. It was on that farm the dog got into the habbit of knocking off the farmers chickens. Now my family are not high rollers and money was a precious comodity and remains so to this day. It was for that reason that this new habit of chicken killing grew old fast. Having to pay a couple of bucks every other day or so for a dead and somewhat tenderized chicken got to be an expensive ordeal. And despite my uncles size and appetite the man was none to keen on eating chicken everytime his dog decided they should have one for dinner. The icing on the cake though was that while they knew it was his dog doing it they never actually saw her do it. Remember I told you she was smart? Well she must have had an inckling what she was doing wasn't a "GOOD" thing and was sneeky in her commiting of "Chickencide". Her luck ran out however one morning when Uncle Ray let her out to "do her business". Sitting there drinking his coffee and eating breakfast something felt strange. All at once he realized what was different. Every morning the farmers rooster would come out and crow for all he was worth. This rooster was a real big time crower and seemed proud of the job he could do. It was for that reason that he was so quickly missed. As Uncle got to his feet and peered from the kitchen window he finally caught his chicken killer at work. In a rage he stormed out the door and across the yard screaming at his dog the entire way. When she knew she had been busted she dropped the rooster and began crawling to him with her head tipped to the side and seemingly attempting to spit the feather evidence off of her mouth and lips. To late!!! She was busted!! Looking at the dead rooster laying there on the ground was all my uncle could take. He picked the rooster off the ground and promptly began beating the dog for all he was worth with the dead rooster. Featers, dust, dog hair and blood flying about mixed in with some of the loudest shouting and salty obscenities imaginable, well let me tell you it must have been a site! When he figured his up to this point smart dog now understood that there would be no more chicken (or rooster) killing he threw the rooster on the ground and made her come back to the house with him. The dog lay trembling under the table at his feet as he sat down to finish his breakfast. All he could think about was how mad the farmer was going to be and how it was going to cost him another couple bucks for still another chicken as he sat there sipping his coffee and staring out the window. All at once he saw out the window an unbelievable site. The rooster who had just been mauled by his dog and then used as an unorthodox tool of disipline was regaining its feet. It was not dead after all! The poor thing battered and bruised must have been one tough bird. My uncle could not help but laugh as the rooster cleared its head and then ran back into the coop. The poor rooster was never the same after that. Every morning following the double assault the rooster would at the crack of dawn make a mad rush out of the coop, crow loudly once and then high tail it back into the coop. Other than that the rooster would never step foot outside. For the record....the dog never touched another chicken....or rooster!
Peace,
NYH
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