“Cowboy” was the name of my brother’s famous red-tick coon dog. This dog had a howl like the blood hound on Reese Witherspoon’s “Sweet Home Alabama” movie and should have been buried in that coonhound grave. He was rarely tied up. Hunters loved his huge red spot, floppy ears and he had the height and length of a horse and ate like one too. Guys would pick him up to breed their dogs if he didn’t find the girl first. He knew where home was and knew if he did get tied up before milking, he was going to go coon hunting that night with the boys. This dog was the only dog that won a coon trial in Timber Coulee, Wis. without anyone entering him in the contest.
Just like Cowboy was important for coon hunting, hunters are very important to dairy farming. You may not think so until you see herds of deer and coon eating your corn and hay that you raise for the cows for the long winter months. One of the government programs I just recently signed up for is a Stewardship program which is geared to protect young and stupid animals. Pheasant can be completely stupid. I’ve chased pheasants with big equipment every year and have gotten out of the tractor to trying to herd a flock of ten babies to the tree line. Fawns are something every year I see nestled in the hay fields, resting till dusk till they drink from their moms again. They are so programed to stay still that when I come trucking along, they get murdered by the disc bine. Hopefully making a contraption in front of my tractor (and other things) with grant money will scare the crap out of them and will help protect those little guys. I’m just bring more opportunity for Cowboy’s decedents and the local hunter groups to selling fur and feeding their families. We all need each other, because I surely don’t have time to hunt in the fall!