So from here in NW Colorado backwoods, you would probably believe about anything from Vanatta Outfitters and this story is no exception.
Wednesday morning finds my phones ringing off the hook starting at 6:45am. The phones being downstairs, I took my time having to stop by head and I had to get some clothes on. I started checking the caller ID’s to find out that it was a flurry of calls made both Dirk and Lonny. Then it dawned on me - Dirk was at the ranch looking for lion tracks. With his digits fresh on my phone and a quick redial it was confirmed — Game On!
Lonny was already in the process of getting ready to head over and pick me up, so I scrambled to get my gear together. Before you knew, coffee in hand, Lonny and I were heading west to who knows what excitement. In the opposite direction and a little ahead of our schedule was Rod with his dogs in tow.
We arrived on the scene with fresh lion tracks crossing the road and up a steep hill to a cliff band of rocks a few hundred yards away. Immediately we see the two skinny’s (Rod and Dirk) up among the rocks. As time passed, Rod made his way down and let Dirk sort out the tracks. In true fashion of a good hound, Dirk was barking down from the cliff band his discovery.
Upon his return to the truck, it was decided to circle the area with snowmobiles to ensure our feline was in
the containment area. As luck would have it, it was determined by a quick loop that it was time to let the dogs go to work. Now I have to say that “hill” I mentioned earlier is more like a mountain and not only was it steep but also deep with snow. Being in the middle of a round of chemo (makes me lazy), I found myself scratching my head thinking how am I going to pull this off.
Well now for the rest of the story. Rod and Dirk volunteered to take the dogs up to freshest set of tracks and turn them loose. Upon releasing the hounds, it was no time before they jumped our quarry. It just so happened that the cat had been in the rocks not 125 yards away from where Dirk had been yelling orders down to us an hour ago.
Now I must say that Rod has some of the finest hunting dogs in the country. Not only can they track but we soon found out that they could herd as well. I think that Rod must have had a chat with them because as soon as they busted the cat it headed right for us spectators. And yes, I said spectators. By this time, it was not only Lonny and I waiting on the action but neighbors and county employees as well.
Well by now it’s starting to get a little exciting and just to fire us up some more, Rod shouts on the radio “Get ready, he’s coming your way!” At this time we’re hearing the dogs and are trying to anticipate where this lion is going to pull off a meet and greet with us. I’m running down the road with a pistol in my hand, Lonny is screaming by me on a snowmachine, the county workers go flying by in their truck and the neighbor is running right behind me.
Somehow we all convene in the spot where the savage beast decided to make her stand. She chose a pine
tree only about 50 yards off the road (I was thinking that someone was thinking about me above). That was a long 50 yards in thigh deep snow uphill. The rest is in the pictures. I owe it all to the support (I mean that in more than one way) crew. They really look out for me and I thank them for it!
By the time we got to town a crowd had gathered at the taxidermist office to see the feline and hear the story. I think I overheard Chad mention that we could have used some bleachers to accommodate everyone. Enjoy the pictures and I hope they were worth the story.
Have a great weekend!