about ten years ago I lived on a couple hundred acres with no electric or running water. all I did was fool with some dogs. when the rent came due I'd sell a couple logs to the sawmill. it was a lot of fun for a while. I had a pair of dogs that I could do about anything with. the male was a yellow ladner blackmouth and the gyp was a blackmouth x some kind of travelling salesman.
we'd tree coons at night or maybe the occasional possum.
in the morning we'd make a round and tree a squirrel for breakfast . . or better yet, on those days when we get the drop on a groundhog we'd eat a little more.
but the dogs had jobs too. for instance protecting my chickens. if something came around messing with the hens it was shame on them. I once saw the black gyp come about 8 feet off the ground and retrieve a chicken hawk who was attempting to make off with a pullet. then they held him at bay til I was able to take a couple pictures before giving the kill sound.
but they weren't above trashing on something to satisfy their curiosity. we bayed a fisher once before he escaped into a hole.
or I'd try pranking them into swimming out in the water after a beaver . . which we were never successful with.
but life was pretty laidback. we'd sometimes hike for days in the old strip mines. sleep when we got tired. eat whatever we came across. good times for us. not so much for this turtle. lol.
