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Showing posts with label NH. Show all posts

Friday, November 15, 2013

Help find Bella, a blood tracking dog from Claremont, NH

Update: Bella has been found!


Rob and Diane Richardson from New Hampshire are looking for their blood tracking dog Bella. In Diane's words:

We were doing a wounded deer track on 11/14/13 at 379 Jarvis Hill Rd, Claremont, NH and just as Rob was reeling her in to call a halt to the track and the night, Bella somehow got off her gear and zipped off still tracking the buck. We searched all night and never found her. She ALWAYS comes to Rob so this is very unusual.

Bella is a Southern Black Mouth Cur (looks like pit X Lab mix to some people) red/yellow/tan. about 50 lbs. 23-24" at shoulder and last seen wearing a green nylon collar that has her name, license (Unity), Rabies tag and Microchip tag.

She is people and dog friendly. Traffic naïve and will run in front of autos without thinking. She is a trained (licensed by NH Fish & Game) Blood tracking/Wildlife recovery dog and is trained to track wounded deer. She may still be in pursuit of or with the buck she was tracking - do not shoot her! Bella has SEVERE food allergies and needs a specific diet!!!

If found in need of medical care transport immediately to her vet Claremont Animal Hospital.

$100 reward for her safe return no questions asked.


Diane & Rob 603-542-7344 or Claremont Animal Hospital 543-0117 or the Claremont Police Department.


Sunday, September 2, 2012

Tracking dachshund Tucker finds a dead bear in a tree

As told by Ray and Pam Maurier and written up by John Jeanneney

Ray and Pam Maurier of New Hampshire (Lightning Mountain Outfitters) started this tracking season with an unforgettable bear call. Their 13-month-old tracking dog Tucker  (Storm von Moosbach-Zuzelek) took a track from the previous day for 400 yards and treed the bear!
 
Here are the details: The bear had been been shot by a hunter in northern New Hampshire near evening with a .300 Savage rifle. It proved to be a fatal liver hit, but the only blood was at the hit site. The bear took off at the shot and headed for a very dense swamp. The hunter followed the bear down to the swamp, but there was no visual sign to lead him farther.
 
The next day, before dawn,  Ray, his wife Pam and their tracking dachshund Tucker were on their way from southern New Hampshire. As a puppy Tucker had tracked wounded deer the previous season, but Ray was not sure of how he would react to bear scent. In addition it was raining. Rain is no problem when there is a blood trail; the scent hangs on after visual blood washes away, but foot print scent is different. It does not hold up as well to rain.
 
Nothing was a problem for Tucker once he got to the hit site. The unfamiliar bear  scent was kind of weird, but there was enough to go on. Ray could tell by Tucker’s body language that he was definitely on the line. The scent led into some very dense swamp vegetation, and Ray could only follow Tucker on his leash by crawling on his hands and knees. In this fashion they went in about a hundred yards. There were bear trails everywhere.
 
Then Tucker turned and tracked out of the swamp. What was going on? Tucker tracked positively along a beech ridge and up ahead Ray could see a campsite. It seemed very unlikely that a wounded bear would go where humans had been spending a lot of time very recently. Then Tucker stalled. His tail said that there was still plenty of scent, but Tucker could not carry the line any farther. Strange!
 
Ray took Tucker back to the hit site, and they started over. This time Tucker forked off the original scent line to the swamp and tracked up the beech ridge again to the point of “loss”. This time  Ray looked up. Forty feet up in a big tree, there lay the bear, dead.



 
Tucker had never been trained as a tree dog, but when Ray looked up, Tucker’s gaze followed.  Now Tucker understood and he began to bark “tree”. He had never been trained on tree game.

Nothing was simple. The bear had died on some big branches and there was no way to get it down. The hunter called a friend, who finally got there with a climbing tree stand. This took a long time and Tucker barked steadily. It wasn’t easy to get the dead bear loose from the branches, but finally it came down with a mighty thump. Tucker circled and bayed; he was cautious but not fearful.

It wasn’t easy to get the dead bear loose from the branches.



 
It is very unusual for a tracking dog to find a wounded bear in a tree. This was sow bear younger and more agile than a 300 pounder. Apparently when the hunter had gone down to the swamp in the beginning he had spooked the fatally-hit bear before she had time to die. The hunter  did not see her take off, go another 200 yards in a different direction and then tree.

Hunter, Pam and Ray Maurier, who is holding Tucker.



Tucker on the top of his bear!