The Bird hunting Coyote

Indeed, a great story. I had a pet that was half-coyote when I was a young lad. His mother was sired by a coyote, and Ace was the only surviving pup. The neighbour that owned the bitch gave the pup to me. Ace, was a "one boy" dog, but he could never really be tamed. Thanks for posting, Scotty. It does bring back some memories of a great pet.
 
At the time, he was just a pet (er, animal companion for anyone demanding politically correct language). I never had to feed him, he always managed to find something to eat. I doubt that we could have afforded much for him, in any case. Whenever I ventured into the local pool hall, he would lay at the door, waiting on me until I came out. He was quite an animal. His demise came about when he found a couple of pure bred Irish Setters (caged, no less) in heat. Somehow, he managed to set over an eight foot fence and breed those dogs. He just disappeared; later, I found his body on the railroad tracks that ran through town. It was weeks later that rumours began to be bruited about concerning what happened to him. The owner found him in the pen, and shot him. I consoled myself with the knowledge that he likely died doing something that brought him great joy. However, for about six years, he was a constant companion. He never really obeyed me, but he was always close by. When I went swimming in the Verdigris River, Ace would swim with me. If I jumped off the highway bridge into the waters, he launched himself into the water with me. He would lurk about the entrance to the school until I appeared, though he didn't let others get near him. He was a fine beast, I tell you.
 
Mike...what a great companion for a young guy. My image is of some stuffed shirt blue blood that didn't like the idea of his dogs being breed by your dog :)....May we all die with a smile on our face :mrgreen:
 
This thread has been worth a small fortune for me. I just spent over an hour reminiscing with my wife about childhood days. The memories of a lifetime of intensely pleasurable events is worth a mint. Joel, I'm with you. May we each die with a smile on our face. I've reached that stage of life that simply being in the mountains and seeing the critters going about their daily business can bring incredible pleasure to my life. I do believe I'll just plant my roots here.
 
Great story Mike. That is the way I wanna go too!
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DrMike":250wiicy said:
This thread has been worth a small fortune for me. I just spent over an hour reminiscing with my wife about childhood days. The memories of a lifetime of intensely pleasurable events is worth a mint. Joel, I'm with you. May we each die with a smile on our face. I've reached that stage of life that simply being in the mountains and seeing the critters going about their daily business can bring incredible pleasure to my life. I do believe I'll just plant my roots here.

That was a great story about your dog Ace (my brothers dog is named Ace also). It sounds like it was an excellent young mans pet for sure.

Hope to get up to your neck of the woods Mike. Maybe we can find some wolf pups for you to train. I don't imagine you'll be jumping off too many bridges these days though! Scotty
 
Ah, yes, Scotty. I've reached that magical (mythical?) age where bridges are for walking on (or driving on) rather than leaping from. When I think of Ace, I am stirred at the thought of the power of love.
 
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