Posted on 10/27/2011 2:19:58 PM PDT by Third Person
All that happened before I stod up.
The Lee Brothers were famous through out the west in the 40’s and 50’s for their cat hunting dogs and their technique of roping the cats. Their ranch was on the outskirts of SW Tucson, AZ. They went after problem
cougars from Montana south.
Their hounds were famous for never straying from the scent of a cat; they could cross bear, bobcat, deer, you name it and they never deviated from the cat trail. Once the hounds
had treed the cat, the Lee’s took the cat with lassos and pulled the cat down from the tree.
I got my first puppy from the Lee’s best bitch and I’ve been
told by some real old timers up here in Oregon that that dog
would be worth $20k right now. Blue and Red tick blood hound that could run for days. One time he took off after a bear and we got a call three days later from a rancher
30 miles up river asking if we were the folks who had a great, big blood hound. Yep, that was him.
The Lee’s treed a female catamount and then back tracked to her den where they got all the kittens. All of them were destined to a zoo back east.
So, being an intrepid youngster, I wanted to play with the
little kittens. While my father and the Lee’s watched, I
stretched out my hand to pet this one little bundle of fur and was introduced to the speed of light. I never saw the
young cat move, but all of a sudden I had blood running down the top of my hand to my finger tips, five razor cuts
evenly spaced.
What amazing dogs! I think it is beyond cool that they were able to stay on a scent... even for that long a period of time. I have the feeling that you never, EVER wanted to pet a baby Mountain Lion again.
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