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(News On 6 Tulsa)   Campers spend an hour crossing river in order to rescue lost and injured hunting dog. Take him back to tent and contact owner the next morning. Owner: "I don't want him back, he wasn't working out" Camper: "Don't worry pup, you can come live with me"   (newson6.com) divider line 22
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2014-02-03 04:55:44 PM
10 votes:
It's always a special feeling to get home from work and be greeted by your dog.
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2014-02-03 05:04:57 PM
4 votes:
This story reminds me of an old labrador that became my frequent travelling buddy for outdoors stuff. His name was Hooper, and we met purely by accident at the animal shelter. I had come by to donate some leftover food from a dog that we had just had to put down, and it was a hard trip to make indeed. I didn't feel I was ready yet for another dog in our life, but then I happened to catch sight of a group of puppies in a nearby cage. Most of them were lively and barking, sure to be adopted out quickly. But there was one in the back, smaller than the rest, who barely had the energy to lift his head to look at me. Look at me he did, though, and I knew that I was coming home with a new member of the family.

From that day on, Hooper and I were constant companions. I like to go camping and hiking quite a bit, and Hooper loved the outdoors. Of course, most of all, Hooper loved the water. Lakes, streams, you name it. He loved nothing more than to jump in, frolic around, shake off, and jump in again., He was a quiet dog otherwise, but once he got in the water, he was like a whole other animal. It was fun to watch.

He liked the water so much that I never thought anything of it when he would jump in a river or a lake. But one day, the unthinkable happened. Hooper dove into a nearby river, just like always, but as I waited for him to come up, nothing happened. Seconds elapsed. More seconds, and I knew Hooper was in trouble. I went to dive in afterward, but was stopped by my old fishing buddy, who knew the currents of the river well. He quickly handed me a life jacket, and wouldn't let me dive in until I put it on. Quickly pulling it on, I dove in after my dog.

I swam for what felt like hours, diving down as far as I could in the cumbersome life vest, but never being able to find my dog in my depths. I started to go numb from the cold, but I kept going. Eventually, my buddy hauled me out of the water onto the bank. I thought for sure that Hooper was a goner.

But then, against all odds, I saw a single ear rise up out of the surface of the water. He was alive! Hooper was swimming quickly up the river, his head poking above the surface, jaws open wide in delight as he swam quickly toward us. It was at that point, unfortunately, that Hooper came to rest on one of the stray SCUBA tanks that happened to be floating down the river from an encampment nearby. My buddy leveled his spear gun right at Hooper, said "smile, you son of a biatch", and scored a direct hit on the tank.

As water mist and fine chunks of labrador rained down from the sky onto us, I regretfully noted to myself that I would never put on a lifejacket again.
2014-02-03 04:38:51 PM
3 votes:

Boojum2k: Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: I've never met a hunter who wasn't an absolute piece of shiat.

I've known many good hunters and a few bad ones, but I've never met someone who hated hunters who wasn't an absolute farkhead.


Pretty sure DJ&ToD is trolling here. Which doesn't mean you're wrong about him being a farkhead.
2014-02-03 04:27:29 PM
3 votes:

Sliding Carp: what_now: I hope the former owners get eaten by a bear.pig.


Manbearpig
2014-02-03 07:30:22 PM
2 votes:

Cagey B: This story reminds me of an old labrador that became my frequent travelling buddy for outdoors stuff. His name was Hooper, and we met purely by accident at the animal shelter. I had come by to donate some leftover food from a dog that we had just had to put down, and it was a hard trip to make indeed. I didn't feel I was ready yet for another dog in our life, but then I happened to catch sight of a group of puppies in a nearby cage. Most of them were lively and barking, sure to be adopted out quickly. But there was one in the back, smaller than the rest, who barely had the energy to lift his head to look at me. Look at me he did, though, and I knew that I was coming home with a new member of the family.

From that day on, Hooper and I were constant companions. I like to go camping and hiking quite a bit, and Hooper loved the outdoors. Of course, most of all, Hooper loved the water. Lakes, streams, you name it. He loved nothing more than to jump in, frolic around, shake off, and jump in again., He was a quiet dog otherwise, but once he got in the water, he was like a whole other animal. It was fun to watch.

He liked the water so much that I never thought anything of it when he would jump in a river or a lake. But one day, the unthinkable happened. Hooper dove into a nearby river, just like always, but as I waited for him to come up, nothing happened. Seconds elapsed. More seconds, and I knew Hooper was in trouble. I went to dive in afterward, but was stopped by my old fishing buddy, who knew the currents of the river well. He quickly handed me a life jacket, and wouldn't let me dive in until I put it on. Quickly pulling it on, I dove in after my dog.

I swam for what felt like hours, diving down as far as I could in the cumbersome life vest, but never being able to find my dog in my depths. I started to go numb from the cold, but I kept going. Eventually, my buddy hauled me out of the water onto the bank. I thought for sure that Hooper was a goner.

But then, agains ...


Your story reminded me of an old dog I had once.  Called him Mace.  He more or less adopted me.  Funny thing about that dog was that all he ever wanted to eat was grass.  The lawn kind.  Which was good because at the time, I was going through a bit of a rough patch - living in an abandoned hut on the outskirts of a small town and getting by doing odd jobs in town.  Didn't always have enough money to buy food for myself, let alone a dog.

One day, I had been asked by the wealthiest woman in that small town to come out to her home and do some repair work in the bathroom.  So I took my old, worn tool satchel and started walking into town.  When I got to the lady's house and started to work, I realized that the pipe wrench I needed to do the work had apparently fallen through a hole in the satchel.  I was devastated.  If I couldn't do this job for the lady, I'd nave no money to buy food for that day and my cupboard was bare.  So I started walking back towards the old hut, looking along the path for any sign of the tool I so desperately needed.

As I neared the ramshackle hut, old Mace came racing out to meet me, obviously excited about something.  I was so discouraged at the loss of my wrench that I barely paid him any notice.  But he danced around like a pup and grabbed my hand, trying to pull me along.  So I went with him and there, in the ditch amidst the tall grass was a spot that Mace had eaten down shorter than a flock of sheep in a drought.  And, in the middle of that little clear spot lay my much-needed pipe wrench.

I can't tell you how happy I was to see that old tool.  I picked it up, marched off to the rich lady's house and completed the job in jig time.  The lady was so impressed that she even gave me a bonus.  I ate well that day!

As I sat back in that old hut that night, reliving the day, I was so moved that I wrote a poem about it.  You've probably heard the cheap knock-off.  But the original poem was:

A Grazing Mace, How Sweet the Hound, that Saved a Wrench for Me.
2014-02-03 05:33:57 PM
2 votes:
I adopted a doberhuahua, but it just wasn't working out
2014-02-03 04:52:33 PM
2 votes:

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: Mithiwithi: Boojum2k: Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: I've never met a hunter who wasn't an absolute piece of shiat.

I've known many good hunters and a few bad ones, but I've never met someone who hated hunters who wasn't an absolute farkhead.

Pretty sure DJ&ToD is trolling here. Which doesn't mean you're wrong about him being a farkhead.

Not trolling, though I am a farkhead. It's probably because I'm from Florida...


That's all you had to say
2014-02-03 04:51:53 PM
2 votes:
We have a rescued German Shorthair Pointer.  We were hoping for a hunter, but instead we got the class clown of pointers and we love him to death!!
2014-02-03 04:40:08 PM
2 votes:

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: I've never met a hunter who wasn't an absolute piece of shiat.


10/10

Short, sweet, to the point. And look at all the bites.

Today, sir, you are a god among trolls.
2014-02-03 02:53:33 PM
2 votes:
"Sorry, it isn't working out - we have to let you go."

"That's ruff."
2014-02-03 09:32:31 PM
1 votes:
I live in this part of the Okie state.  I know a hog hunter that uses dogs, and if a bay dog (tracker) doesn't do a good job very quickly they get a .22 to the head.  Catch dogs (usually Pitbulls), that don't go in and hold on to the hog or repeatedly get lost are dealt the same hand.

Know one guy who beat his catch dog with a stick to get it to let go of the hog.  One day he goes in with the stick, the dog sees it and lets go before the guy has the hog tied.  He nearly got castrated by that pig!
2014-02-03 05:05:06 PM
1 votes:

RandomRandom: Hunters abandoning dogs dogs abandoning hunters is common. Very common.


Fixed.  Can tell you've never been dog hunting.
2014-02-03 04:48:07 PM
1 votes:
Should have killed the dog, survival of the fittest. You don't keep an employee who isn't performing, so why should the hunter keep the dog, who was effectively an employee.
2014-02-03 04:46:15 PM
1 votes:

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: Mithiwithi: Boojum2k: Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: I've never met a hunter who wasn't an absolute piece of shiat.

I've known many good hunters and a few bad ones, but I've never met someone who hated hunters who wasn't an absolute farkhead.

Pretty sure DJ&ToD is trolling here. Which doesn't mean you're wrong about him being a farkhead.

Not trolling, though I am a farkhead. It's probably because I'm from Florida, and our "hunters" are mainly suburban white trash who want to get drunk in the woods and kill stuff. I'm sure there are decent hunters out there, just few and far between here.


You're right about that. Florida huntards are the worst example of suburban rednecks that just want to go out a murdering. The law frowns on them chasing black folk these days, so the 12 wild pigs left in the state spend the hunting season in a panic.
2014-02-03 04:45:22 PM
1 votes:

Slaves2Darkness: Man what a douche. I mean he could have at least shot the dog, if did not want it anymore.


I feel really bad for laughing at that.

Glad the dog was ok and the hunter saved their bullet, hopefully they will accidentally shoot themselves in the gonads with it.
2014-02-03 04:43:10 PM
1 votes:

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: I've never met a hunter who wasn't an absolute piece of shiat.


So you're a hunter then.
2014-02-03 04:42:04 PM
1 votes:

Mithiwithi: Boojum2k: Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: I've never met a hunter who wasn't an absolute piece of shiat.

I've known many good hunters and a few bad ones, but I've never met someone who hated hunters who wasn't an absolute farkhead.

Pretty sure DJ&ToD is trolling here. Which doesn't mean you're wrong about him being a farkhead.


Not trolling, though I am a farkhead. It's probably because I'm from Florida, and our "hunters" are mainly suburban white trash who want to get drunk in the woods and kill stuff. I'm sure there are decent hunters out there, just few and far between here.
2014-02-03 04:34:06 PM
1 votes:

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: I've never met a hunter who wasn't an absolute piece of shiat.


I'm picturing you saying that while eating a hamburger made from a cow that was pumped full of drugs, separated from its mother, crammed into tight spaces, and fed a corn mixture while it fattened up to within an inch of dying of obesity before it was slaughtered by someone doing your dirty work by proxy ... so I'm getting a kick out of this.
2014-02-03 04:30:33 PM
1 votes:
People in Oklahoma are caring, giving people. Of course if that dog shows one iota of "lib" in him, it's back into the river. We ain't the reddest of the red for nothing.
2014-02-03 04:28:54 PM
1 votes:

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: I've never met a hunter who wasn't an absolute piece of shiat.


I've known many good hunters and a few bad ones, but I've never met someone who hated hunters who wasn't an absolute farkhead.
2014-02-03 04:23:11 PM
1 votes:

what_now: I hope the former owners get eaten by a bear.

pig.
2014-02-03 03:21:06 PM
1 votes:
I hope the former owners get eaten by a bear.
 
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