We adopted a toothless old hunting dog from the animal shelter. She's the sweetest dog in the world but still thinks it's her duty to hunt. She refuses to accept retirement.
The first time we let her loose in the wild she went after a big wild boar. She chased the monster right into me. I was armed with a rake. The dog probably thought I was holding a gun. Fortunately the pig got away and nobody was injured badly. Our sleep-on-the-bed all day suburban dog did cut herself running away from the fight. I'll never forget her yelp of terror when she saw the angry hog. It was like, "AGGGGGHHHHH, YOU FOOL!!! YOU MADE IT ANGRY!!!! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!" At the same time hunting dog was singing with joy as she nipped at the pig's rear end.
The second time we let hunting dog loose in the wild she went after a bobcat. The bobcat almost scalped her before it got away unharmed. The wound was gruesome, like something you'd see in a butcher shop. Here's a picture of the scar:
This dog still can't figure out why I didn't shoot the critters she flushed out for me. She is eternally grateful we rescued her from the shelter but she thinks we are utterly incompetent in the field. But I'm not letting her loose again. She might bring back a bear.
I'm glad they let this bobcat go. It was just being a bobcat. We had a pet rabbit years ago that we let roam in the backyard. One day I looked out the window and there was a red tail hawk standing on the handlebars of my kid's bicycle, and the rabbit was cowering underneath. It was a big rabbit and I think the hawk wasn't sure it could carry it. Or maybe the hawk just wasn't hungry enough.
After that I didn't leave the rabbit out unsupervised.
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