Never let Thanksgiving leftovers go to waste.
I’ve been wanting to get one on the trail cam all summer. Finally paid off!
This is by Suzanne Phillips of The Hoof and Paw Blog.
This is inspired by Miley’s friendship with the deer, which can be seen in this video:
She and her husband rescue dogs and cats in Eastern Oregon.
The hound is of a strain that was called the old black and tan foxhound, which was common through the Northeast and Mid-Atlantic. It was not a pack hound, but it was used by the fur-taker and market hunter. I believe these dogs are descended heavily from a English hound called a “Southern Hound,” which was primarily used to hunt deer and hares.
The many political crises of the British Isles in the seventeenth century resulted in large numbers of dispossessed people relying upon poached deer as a source of protein, and when things eventually settled down, the forests were depleted of deer. The nobles began to develop their hound packs for the pursuit of the red fox.
And the old Southern hounds found themselves without a job. They simply couldn’t run the fox as well as the true fox hound.
So large numbers of these dogs were sent to the North American colonies, which were full of deer and other game that didn’t need to be run as hard as a fox.
Further, red foxes were uncommon south of New York State until the end of the nineteenth century, and when the red foxes wandered down through the Eastern US, these dogs were used to drive foxes to the gun.
The Vermonters would have had a long time to train and develop foxhounds for gun before the rest of the East got their chance.
This photo comes from Fox Trapping (1906) edited by A.R. Harding, which says that the range for the red fox is from Virginia to Alaska. They’ve since made it as far south as Florida.
It is one of the great myths that North American red foxes are derived from English imports that were brought over in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. Our red foxes are native but only colonized south of New York State after colonization.
Not bad for West Virginia.
I made a little scent post for the trail camera a few days ago. I used red fox urine with a bit of coyote gland lure rubbed on the top.
Miley offed a gray squirrel the same day, so was put near the post.
And a coyote did come by last night
I think it’s a small female, probably a darker gray one that the big dog coyote I’ve been getting on camera.
Eastern coyotes have wolf and domestic dog ancestry and vary quite a bit in appearance. The one from this summer is a bigger animal, probably pheomelanistic, clear sable.
This one is wolf-colored, but clearly lighter-frame. My guess is this is a bitch.
If you’re wondering why I removed the camera, last Sunday I was sitting on that rise where the coyote clearly reveals herself in the video.
My sister’s fiance wanted to go out coyote calling from my dad’s new tree stand. I got to play around with the e-caller when I got a response.
His iPhone managed to capture a bit of the cacophony:
The stand is pretty deep into the woods– maybe 50 yards or so.
I’m sitting on that rise in the old pasture at the edge of the woods.
About two minutes of howling go on, and I start to hear the brush cracking all around me.
There is nearly a full moon out, and it’s clear enough that I can see some things.
But not the thing that is crunching leaves 30 feet in front of me in the access road!
I hear a bark and then something retreating back.
I shine my flashlight into the darkness, and there is a wolfy coyote standing not more then 45 feet from me!
It’s not the one in the video, and it’s not the same one I’ve been getting on camera all summer.
It’s heavily sabled and stoutly built.
It stands there for about 30 seconds before slowly slinking back into the brush.
Yeah. I’m getting on them on camera now.
I’m getting hooked!