The following is Harv's testimony of using a deer tracking dog.
I was sitting in a peninsula of woods that
jutted out into a swamp in the Holly area.
I had seen 8 or 9 does but I was waiting on a buck. I have been hunting
for 15 years and I have taken several smaller bucks but never a buck that I
felt was big enough to mount. I was about to get a chance to change that
situation.
At about 9:15 I looked behind me and saw a flash of white. Finally, a big buck! He walked through my shooting lane and I thought he was gone. I stood and faced the tree, backed down two steps and rested my Remington 870 .12 gauge shotgun topped with a Leupold 3x9 scope on the arm rail of my ladder stand. Unbelievably the big buck walked back into my shooting lane. I quickly put the crosshairs on the vital area and pulled the trigger. I saw the buck hunch and jump straight up. He then trotted into thicker brush. I waited for a while and then got down from my stand to look for blood. I called my brother in law Butch who lives nearby and he joined in the search. We quickly found blood and it was easy to follow the trail out of the swamp, through a small patch of woods, and across the road into a neighboring property. Butch said the people who owned the property were anti hunting and may not let us onto the property. What a sinking feeling that was! We went to the door and the property owner was very gracious. What a huge relief! We followed a good blood trail for about 350 yards and then it abruptly stopped. It went from a great trail to no trail almost instantly. After 350 yards I was getting the feeling that I had hit the buck too far back. The dreaded gut shot. We continued to look for any sign of the buck for another 15 minutes and then I remembered a story I had read about deer tracking dogs. I had even put the phone number of a deer tracking service in my phone. I called Jared Tucker of Midwest Blood Tracking Dogs while I stood at what appeared to be the end of the line.
Jared picked up right away and asked me about the shot. I told him that the deer had hunched up and was probably gut shot. I told him what our blood trail looked like and how far we had gone. He said as soon as he finished the tracking job he was on he would be there. It would probably be a couple of hours. He told us to leave the area and not to look for the deer anymore. Spreading the scent around could make it more difficult for his dog Chloe to find the deer. Hunting deer with dogs in Michigan is illegal. Tracking wounded deer with a dog is completely legal. Tracking dogs must be on a leash and you may not take a weapon along on a deer tracking event unless accompanied by a state certified tracker. And then, the weapon is not to be loaded during the track.
At about 9:15 I looked behind me and saw a flash of white. Finally, a big buck! He walked through my shooting lane and I thought he was gone. I stood and faced the tree, backed down two steps and rested my Remington 870 .12 gauge shotgun topped with a Leupold 3x9 scope on the arm rail of my ladder stand. Unbelievably the big buck walked back into my shooting lane. I quickly put the crosshairs on the vital area and pulled the trigger. I saw the buck hunch and jump straight up. He then trotted into thicker brush. I waited for a while and then got down from my stand to look for blood. I called my brother in law Butch who lives nearby and he joined in the search. We quickly found blood and it was easy to follow the trail out of the swamp, through a small patch of woods, and across the road into a neighboring property. Butch said the people who owned the property were anti hunting and may not let us onto the property. What a sinking feeling that was! We went to the door and the property owner was very gracious. What a huge relief! We followed a good blood trail for about 350 yards and then it abruptly stopped. It went from a great trail to no trail almost instantly. After 350 yards I was getting the feeling that I had hit the buck too far back. The dreaded gut shot. We continued to look for any sign of the buck for another 15 minutes and then I remembered a story I had read about deer tracking dogs. I had even put the phone number of a deer tracking service in my phone. I called Jared Tucker of Midwest Blood Tracking Dogs while I stood at what appeared to be the end of the line.
Jared picked up right away and asked me about the shot. I told him that the deer had hunched up and was probably gut shot. I told him what our blood trail looked like and how far we had gone. He said as soon as he finished the tracking job he was on he would be there. It would probably be a couple of hours. He told us to leave the area and not to look for the deer anymore. Spreading the scent around could make it more difficult for his dog Chloe to find the deer. Hunting deer with dogs in Michigan is illegal. Tracking wounded deer with a dog is completely legal. Tracking dogs must be on a leash and you may not take a weapon along on a deer tracking event unless accompanied by a state certified tracker. And then, the weapon is not to be loaded during the track.
I went back to my sister Barb and
her husband Butch's house to drink some coffee and wait. It was one of the
longest 3 hours of my life. My wife Lori brought me some lighter weight clothes
and boots for tracking. At 1 o'clock Jared pulled up with his tracking dog
Chloe. Chloe is a 14 pound 3 1/2 year old European dachshund. Jet black and
full of energy! We discussed the shot and went right to the site of the hit.
Jared explained that Chloe worked on the scent emitted from the interdigital
gland located in between the toes of the deer hoof as well as the blood from
the wound. Chloe memorizes the scent and follows it with a joy that is
incredible to watch! We quickly covered the 350 yards of good blood trail and
when the blood stopped Chloe didn't even slow down. She just kept going on the
invisible trail. Jared would occasionally point out a tiny dot of blood along
the way. We only saw it because Chloe was on the trail. We went through a large
stretch of woods and then into a nasty swampy area. We were traveling down game
trails that seemed impossibly small for a large antlered buck. At about 600
yards Jared spotted hair on the trail. It was gray hair from the side of the
deer’s body. The buck had also bedded down 6 times. These were good signs. We
kept thinking the buck would be piled up just ahead, but we kept going. I was
starting to wonder if I had made an even worse shot than I had originally
thought.
At about 1200 yards Chloe started
to pull on her leash and yip. Jared said that this was a sure sign that we were
closing in on a deer that was still alive. I couldn't believe it. Jared said we
had to get out of there and come back the next day. He quickly marked the spot
on his GPS and we backed out. Jared said he would be back at noon the next day
to find the deer. Jared was sure the deer would expire over night and that we
would find him the next day.



































