10/05/2021
One of my biggest rules in tracking - Don't steer the dog.
I put the big, female bluetick, Rey, on this trail. She's still learning to stay on the injured deer and leave the others alone, and given the smaller size of the property, I kept her on lead (in Texas we can track off lead). That way, if she got distracted on a nontarget, I'd still have her in hand. When we were about halfway to the hit site, with a corn feeder present, she popped her head in the air and started pulling hard to the west, into the wind, while loudly expressing her dislike about the lead rope. Assuming she was winding live deer congregated by the feeder, I tugged her on toward the hit site only 50 yards away. She worked through the area, and I made sure she headed the general direction the hunter, Joseph, had seen the buck go, but she kept pulling left. The hunter said the buck had gone straight ahead. I kept tugging Rey straight ahead, and she suddenly stuck her nose in the grass and started really tracking the expected direction. We went about 200 yards and she self corrected a turn, an unusual turn of 90 degrees, went another 100 yards and made another 90 degree turn. About a 1/4 mile ahead of us, we saw 3 flagging tails running across the prairie. I made the assumption that Rey was tracking that group of deer, so I decided to quit training Rey and tend to business of recovering a customer's deer.
I put Rey in the truck and turned Annie loose. We got about halfway to the hit site when she tossed her nose into the wind and headed west. Exact same spot where Rey had done the same. Now when Annie picks a direction, I don't question her. We followed her about 150 yards to the dead buck. Apparently, he had taken a hard left just as he'd gotten out of the Joseph's vision and made a half loop back toward the corn feeder. Given the buck had been scavenged by coyotes, and the weird path Rey tracked, I interpreted she was tracking a blood covered coyote. Which happens.
After a decade of being spoiled by Annie, I had forgotten the frustration and stress of wondering if the dog was on the right animal or not. Rey just needs the experience now. To chase non-targets until exhausted and then get back on the blood trail and find the prize. But dang it's hard to set up that scenario. She'll get there.
Sorry, Rey! The boss screwed up! She was not a happy camper. But Joseph was. Congrats on a really cool buck!