Connor. Crazy Connor. He's a Labra-dork who pretends to be a Labra-dummy. But, c'mon now...he's my most favorite boy in the world. He knows the difference between a frisbee and a tennis ball, a tennis ball and a soccer ball. Plus, he's a pretty solid leader. He is one pain in the ass, but that boyo can run. He learned how to be a sled doggie way back in the old days. I taught him out of necessity- I simply had to look that good exercising him at the park. We'd run a lap (me on a bike) and then I'd turn him loose for some fetch/swimming. People stared and we both loved it. He's now 5 and has never looked back. I've never raced him, but last year until October, he had more miles than my entire team. And it showed. The first run of the season last year...actually for the majority of that weekend...I used Connor as a leader because he kept the speed better than any other dog in my kennel. He sure is a monster. For right now, I don't train him that hard. He's got some joint problems and my current team would smoke the heck out of him if he ran with us. But, he still gets time in harness. If he didn't, he'd flip. He goes nuts when he sees me with the equipment just like the rest of the kennel. That picture was taken tonight. From my back door, we have a 1.5 mile trail that's good light running or for a semi- day off/leader training, etc. It's got Connor's name written all over it. He can hit 15mph, and could keep that up not too long ago, but I don't like him to pull over 10mph. He's never been the greatest at lining out unless we're in motion, but even some of the best dogs need touch-ups on that (ahem- Keytone!). He'll follow me halfway back to the rig/sled/atv and then spin and hit the line. The boy knows his business.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Connor and the Kennel
Connor. Crazy Connor. He's a Labra-dork who pretends to be a Labra-dummy. But, c'mon now...he's my most favorite boy in the world. He knows the difference between a frisbee and a tennis ball, a tennis ball and a soccer ball. Plus, he's a pretty solid leader. He is one pain in the ass, but that boyo can run. He learned how to be a sled doggie way back in the old days. I taught him out of necessity- I simply had to look that good exercising him at the park. We'd run a lap (me on a bike) and then I'd turn him loose for some fetch/swimming. People stared and we both loved it. He's now 5 and has never looked back. I've never raced him, but last year until October, he had more miles than my entire team. And it showed. The first run of the season last year...actually for the majority of that weekend...I used Connor as a leader because he kept the speed better than any other dog in my kennel. He sure is a monster. For right now, I don't train him that hard. He's got some joint problems and my current team would smoke the heck out of him if he ran with us. But, he still gets time in harness. If he didn't, he'd flip. He goes nuts when he sees me with the equipment just like the rest of the kennel. That picture was taken tonight. From my back door, we have a 1.5 mile trail that's good light running or for a semi- day off/leader training, etc. It's got Connor's name written all over it. He can hit 15mph, and could keep that up not too long ago, but I don't like him to pull over 10mph. He's never been the greatest at lining out unless we're in motion, but even some of the best dogs need touch-ups on that (ahem- Keytone!). He'll follow me halfway back to the rig/sled/atv and then spin and hit the line. The boy knows his business.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
"Oh Captain, My Captain"
This might sound like a bit of rambling, but I'm interested in discussing what people look for in a leader. I have no idea how many people read this (if it's more than one, you all get a new car!), but I'll pose a few questions regardless. Responses or no respones, it's a topic worth pondering.
The main desire is for a dog that does it all. I often talk to people who expect their dog(s) in front to run the show. It's not wrong to want a solid, honest dog who will hold the line out, pick his way through the parking area, find the trail, take off, whiz past other teams, take every turn including "overs" and be able to find the truck upon crossing the finish line. There are a slew of other things that different drivers would find paramount (distance people have their own crazy ideas! haha), but I'm from the world of sprint racing and so I'll stay in my own front yard and mention what has always worked for me.
Line out, line up, out tight: whatever you call it, I find it to be the most basic and important thing for ANY dog, leader included. The best way to save yourself a hassle is to make sure the dog understands that his job starts the minute he is placed in position, and I'm essentially teaching that during hook up, even if I'm telling him that his job is to stand still. I personally don't care if they sniff the ground immediately around them or sit down, just as long as that line is tight, they're paying attention and not pulling the dogs around them all over. That goes for any dog. No idiots allowed. When you're waiting to go, chill the heck out until we actually GO. Barking, jumping, lunging- I'm all for it, as long as they're not getting tangled, trying to turn around, etc. And goes for stops on the trail also. Take a break, eat some grass, but mind your own business. Your direction is forward. I've used dogs that are beyond excellent with commands, are fast and stronger than most, but they would start milling around when I stopped. It's easy to train them out of it, and they should be trained out of it because it makes life a lot less stressful.
Sociabilty: I like a dog that I trust. (I guess any of these can go for the whole kennel, but I'll just talk about them in terms of a leader.) I want my leader to be a dog who can keep his head straight if we do tangle or if another team has poor manners. I wont allow my leader to hold a grudge. It doesn't matter who is behind him, rubbing shoulders with him or headed down the trail towards him at 18mph, his business is forward. Period. I've actually had the pleasure of running behind a dog that stopped on a dime for me only to be jumped by the male behind him. The male in swing was VERY MUCH in the WRONG, but the leader spun away and lined-out, knowing he didn't belong in the middle of the team. He wasn't a fighter anyway and knew to put his job first. It's dogs like that who make running joyful. Fighters (like the dog in swing) can ruin a good weekend or an entire season.
Intelligence: this is obvious, but I think of it in an unconventional way. Yes, I'd like a smart dog who could learn my every command, but I'd easily settle for (and sometimes prefer depending on the situation) a dog who can fix things for himself every now and then. Examples that I've encountered include: being able to pass unruly teams. Kuz can pick a safe route around a tangled mess. He swings wide and never looks back. If a dog team is spread across the entire trail, I don't say a word. He'll figure it out. Same goes for passing. I greatly appreciate a thinker who notices which side has more room and will pass on the bigger side. It takes a dog who can actually THINK and understand PASSING the team is what is desired, regardless of the side, and looks for the fastest way around. In all of my years racing behind Kuz, I would come up behind people and they'd ask which side I wanted. I'd say "he'll pick one in a second." I've also used dogs who have always passed in optimal conditions and always on the right side. When they come up behind a trail-hogging team, they are at a loss, allowing the team in front to block the way indeffinately. Fortunately these same dogs are great with gee/haw, so I can call them around, but still. A dog can also show intelligence by memorizing a trail. It's often the first outward sign of a leader. A dog who shows you that she's been paying attention the whole time. Deffinately not required, but it's nice to know if you lose the team, they'll end up where they need to be! I've seen this also in the form of navigating around downed trees or other obstacles like buildings, and still maintaing the same direction of travel (aka having a good sense of direction).
Understanding: I don't mean this as literal comprehension, but as some form of communication between myself and the dog. My main leader of 8 years has NEVER been a crack gee/haw dog. Never. He's a straight-line leader through and through. However, I still trust him at any intersection. Yes, he's stubborn as hell and might refuse to turn if I am suggesting we turn AWAY from the truck, but in a normal situation, we make do just fine without gee/haw. It sounds likea cop-out, and maybe it is, but if I stop at an intersection, he'll do what I call "guess and check." Sounds ridiculous, but I don't mind it. He'll head down a trail (obviously he picks the straight ahead trail first). If I stop, I'm telling him he's wrong. I wait. He inevitablly swings either left or right. Whichever way is correct recieves a whistle and slack on the line, an easy reward. He'll take off in that direction. Obviously I call to him during this time or swing my arm if he looks at me, and occasionally a simple command DOES work, but we've used to aformentioned system for a looooong time now. That being said, dogs who know gee/haw and don't second-guess it are proof that there is a god and he wants us to be happy.
Adaptability: behind line out, it's perhaps the most important to me. I suppose this relates to liking a dog that can think and judge the trail for himself, but it's nice to have a dog in front (or entire team)that doesn't mind changing things up. Maybe you want to try weightpull, or skijoring, or just a different method of training- maybe one with more frequent stops, etc. I like being confident that my dog(s) wont get too stressed or pissed off when I throw them a curve ball. It makes training so much fun knowing that I can modify my system a little or a lot and the dogs would still be game.
Drive: maybe I could have mentioned it earlier. I see drive in the dog who wants to go faster, wants to stay out of trouble, wants to make the logical move, and who mainly just WANTS to WORK because anything else merely gets in the way. This dog will simply shine. She'll be a dog who tackles the job in her own unique way. This is the dog that I want. A dog that, once he starts working, will not be satisfied unless he goes just one more step. For Kuz, he works so hard because he knows the faster he runs, the sooner he'll be back at the truck. Keytone runs herself into the ground out of pure desire to stretch her legs and GO. Noppers ran out of wild obession. He literally slept all day, up to the second I harnessed him. He's a nine year old Iditarod vetran who seems like a nine year old...until he takes his spot in front- and then he's a yearling who screams like a banchee and leaps four feet in the air trying to break the sled free. Oakley runs in front because she likes to SEE everything. I swear Doty ran lead because she knew she'd get twice as much attention.
If I thought about it, I could think of a thousand more, but these are the broad ones that I really like in a dog. Some of my characteristics wouldn't even show up on the radar of other drivers. Some people want only speed or strength or just a single dog who will run in a straight line, allowing them a semi-peaceful run.
The term 'leader' is relative and everyone has a leader, but how many people actually have a LEADER? Any dog is better than nothing. If you're able to be on the trail with your team by the grace of one dog willing to lead the way, that's great. These are simply the characteristics that make, or have made, my life easier.
The main desire is for a dog that does it all. I often talk to people who expect their dog(s) in front to run the show. It's not wrong to want a solid, honest dog who will hold the line out, pick his way through the parking area, find the trail, take off, whiz past other teams, take every turn including "overs" and be able to find the truck upon crossing the finish line. There are a slew of other things that different drivers would find paramount (distance people have their own crazy ideas! haha), but I'm from the world of sprint racing and so I'll stay in my own front yard and mention what has always worked for me.
Line out, line up, out tight: whatever you call it, I find it to be the most basic and important thing for ANY dog, leader included. The best way to save yourself a hassle is to make sure the dog understands that his job starts the minute he is placed in position, and I'm essentially teaching that during hook up, even if I'm telling him that his job is to stand still. I personally don't care if they sniff the ground immediately around them or sit down, just as long as that line is tight, they're paying attention and not pulling the dogs around them all over. That goes for any dog. No idiots allowed. When you're waiting to go, chill the heck out until we actually GO. Barking, jumping, lunging- I'm all for it, as long as they're not getting tangled, trying to turn around, etc. And goes for stops on the trail also. Take a break, eat some grass, but mind your own business. Your direction is forward. I've used dogs that are beyond excellent with commands, are fast and stronger than most, but they would start milling around when I stopped. It's easy to train them out of it, and they should be trained out of it because it makes life a lot less stressful.
Sociabilty: I like a dog that I trust. (I guess any of these can go for the whole kennel, but I'll just talk about them in terms of a leader.) I want my leader to be a dog who can keep his head straight if we do tangle or if another team has poor manners. I wont allow my leader to hold a grudge. It doesn't matter who is behind him, rubbing shoulders with him or headed down the trail towards him at 18mph, his business is forward. Period. I've actually had the pleasure of running behind a dog that stopped on a dime for me only to be jumped by the male behind him. The male in swing was VERY MUCH in the WRONG, but the leader spun away and lined-out, knowing he didn't belong in the middle of the team. He wasn't a fighter anyway and knew to put his job first. It's dogs like that who make running joyful. Fighters (like the dog in swing) can ruin a good weekend or an entire season.
Intelligence: this is obvious, but I think of it in an unconventional way. Yes, I'd like a smart dog who could learn my every command, but I'd easily settle for (and sometimes prefer depending on the situation) a dog who can fix things for himself every now and then. Examples that I've encountered include: being able to pass unruly teams. Kuz can pick a safe route around a tangled mess. He swings wide and never looks back. If a dog team is spread across the entire trail, I don't say a word. He'll figure it out. Same goes for passing. I greatly appreciate a thinker who notices which side has more room and will pass on the bigger side. It takes a dog who can actually THINK and understand PASSING the team is what is desired, regardless of the side, and looks for the fastest way around. In all of my years racing behind Kuz, I would come up behind people and they'd ask which side I wanted. I'd say "he'll pick one in a second." I've also used dogs who have always passed in optimal conditions and always on the right side. When they come up behind a trail-hogging team, they are at a loss, allowing the team in front to block the way indeffinately. Fortunately these same dogs are great with gee/haw, so I can call them around, but still. A dog can also show intelligence by memorizing a trail. It's often the first outward sign of a leader. A dog who shows you that she's been paying attention the whole time. Deffinately not required, but it's nice to know if you lose the team, they'll end up where they need to be! I've seen this also in the form of navigating around downed trees or other obstacles like buildings, and still maintaing the same direction of travel (aka having a good sense of direction).
Understanding: I don't mean this as literal comprehension, but as some form of communication between myself and the dog. My main leader of 8 years has NEVER been a crack gee/haw dog. Never. He's a straight-line leader through and through. However, I still trust him at any intersection. Yes, he's stubborn as hell and might refuse to turn if I am suggesting we turn AWAY from the truck, but in a normal situation, we make do just fine without gee/haw. It sounds likea cop-out, and maybe it is, but if I stop at an intersection, he'll do what I call "guess and check." Sounds ridiculous, but I don't mind it. He'll head down a trail (obviously he picks the straight ahead trail first). If I stop, I'm telling him he's wrong. I wait. He inevitablly swings either left or right. Whichever way is correct recieves a whistle and slack on the line, an easy reward. He'll take off in that direction. Obviously I call to him during this time or swing my arm if he looks at me, and occasionally a simple command DOES work, but we've used to aformentioned system for a looooong time now. That being said, dogs who know gee/haw and don't second-guess it are proof that there is a god and he wants us to be happy.
Adaptability: behind line out, it's perhaps the most important to me. I suppose this relates to liking a dog that can think and judge the trail for himself, but it's nice to have a dog in front (or entire team)that doesn't mind changing things up. Maybe you want to try weightpull, or skijoring, or just a different method of training- maybe one with more frequent stops, etc. I like being confident that my dog(s) wont get too stressed or pissed off when I throw them a curve ball. It makes training so much fun knowing that I can modify my system a little or a lot and the dogs would still be game.
Drive: maybe I could have mentioned it earlier. I see drive in the dog who wants to go faster, wants to stay out of trouble, wants to make the logical move, and who mainly just WANTS to WORK because anything else merely gets in the way. This dog will simply shine. She'll be a dog who tackles the job in her own unique way. This is the dog that I want. A dog that, once he starts working, will not be satisfied unless he goes just one more step. For Kuz, he works so hard because he knows the faster he runs, the sooner he'll be back at the truck. Keytone runs herself into the ground out of pure desire to stretch her legs and GO. Noppers ran out of wild obession. He literally slept all day, up to the second I harnessed him. He's a nine year old Iditarod vetran who seems like a nine year old...until he takes his spot in front- and then he's a yearling who screams like a banchee and leaps four feet in the air trying to break the sled free. Oakley runs in front because she likes to SEE everything. I swear Doty ran lead because she knew she'd get twice as much attention.
If I thought about it, I could think of a thousand more, but these are the broad ones that I really like in a dog. Some of my characteristics wouldn't even show up on the radar of other drivers. Some people want only speed or strength or just a single dog who will run in a straight line, allowing them a semi-peaceful run.
The term 'leader' is relative and everyone has a leader, but how many people actually have a LEADER? Any dog is better than nothing. If you're able to be on the trail with your team by the grace of one dog willing to lead the way, that's great. These are simply the characteristics that make, or have made, my life easier.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
"Boys ain't they somethin'......"
Training has never been better. These hounds are something else! My dogs never fail to amaze me. Whether it be the pups showing off their confidence or the pointers hitting 18.5mph, they all continue to shock me. We ran at Belding last Saturday and didn't run Sunday or Monday because we've been running pretty hard.
The best run of the season was on Tuesday October 20th. They were flawless. I ran Freddie, Fox, Keytone and Brewer. We did 3.2 miles. I stopped once for Brewer and once because there was a car in our way (!) but they were truckin' the whole way. However, once we reached the truck, I realized they were hot, hot, hot. Too hot. It was a bad judgment call on my part, not realizing how warm it really was. I began unhooking and my attention was drawn to Freddie. She was beginning to overheat. I poured water on her stomach and wiped some on her tongue. I did the same to Keytone and Fox. Fox had absolutely no problem; was warm, but not at unsafe levels. Keytone was on the verge, but was stilling milling about. Brewer wasn't even hot enough to relax...he continued to bark. Freddie was the main problem. I concentrated on her. After about 6 minutes, Freddie was walking around and responding, though weak. After an hour, she was totally normal, bouncing and barking. Whew! I didn't run the second team after that. Never thought the best run so far this season would end like that! I'm just glad that Fred was fine in the end and I'm kicking myself for not checking the temp.
On that same note, it's a point of interest to understand that I've run that exact same trail for 10 years with sibes (and tons of other trails) and have never even had a dog come close to overheating. Though the temp was warm, it wasn't HOT by any means. The difference? It's purely the drive of the dog. These pointers are so incredibly honest and intense. The sibes are hardworking, but they know their limits and lose a lot of motivation in the heat whereas the hounds are comfortable to hangout in warmer temps without LOOKING uncomfortable, so it's easy, as I did, to assume they could handle RUNNING in it. Once I stopped to think about it, it really shocked me: the hounds are physically more comfortable in warmer temps, but they work 4times as harder, so they almost need even cooler temps than the sibes do to preform at their best.
Currently, I have 52 miles on the main team and I wont be running again until Friday. I want Freddie to have plenty of time off, and it's supposed to be hot anyway. I've had Petunia for a week now and haven't been able to use her! Everyone is going a little nuts because they haven't been out since Saturday, but we're off to such a good start that I don't feel any need to rush it.
In other news, the second Lost Lake rig session is coming up. I vow NOT to run at night and I'm looking for a Halloween costume for Elsie or someone. Maybe I'll dress my team up as bird dogs....oh, wait....
The best run of the season was on Tuesday October 20th. They were flawless. I ran Freddie, Fox, Keytone and Brewer. We did 3.2 miles. I stopped once for Brewer and once because there was a car in our way (!) but they were truckin' the whole way. However, once we reached the truck, I realized they were hot, hot, hot. Too hot. It was a bad judgment call on my part, not realizing how warm it really was. I began unhooking and my attention was drawn to Freddie. She was beginning to overheat. I poured water on her stomach and wiped some on her tongue. I did the same to Keytone and Fox. Fox had absolutely no problem; was warm, but not at unsafe levels. Keytone was on the verge, but was stilling milling about. Brewer wasn't even hot enough to relax...he continued to bark. Freddie was the main problem. I concentrated on her. After about 6 minutes, Freddie was walking around and responding, though weak. After an hour, she was totally normal, bouncing and barking. Whew! I didn't run the second team after that. Never thought the best run so far this season would end like that! I'm just glad that Fred was fine in the end and I'm kicking myself for not checking the temp.
On that same note, it's a point of interest to understand that I've run that exact same trail for 10 years with sibes (and tons of other trails) and have never even had a dog come close to overheating. Though the temp was warm, it wasn't HOT by any means. The difference? It's purely the drive of the dog. These pointers are so incredibly honest and intense. The sibes are hardworking, but they know their limits and lose a lot of motivation in the heat whereas the hounds are comfortable to hangout in warmer temps without LOOKING uncomfortable, so it's easy, as I did, to assume they could handle RUNNING in it. Once I stopped to think about it, it really shocked me: the hounds are physically more comfortable in warmer temps, but they work 4times as harder, so they almost need even cooler temps than the sibes do to preform at their best.
Currently, I have 52 miles on the main team and I wont be running again until Friday. I want Freddie to have plenty of time off, and it's supposed to be hot anyway. I've had Petunia for a week now and haven't been able to use her! Everyone is going a little nuts because they haven't been out since Saturday, but we're off to such a good start that I don't feel any need to rush it.
In other news, the second Lost Lake rig session is coming up. I vow NOT to run at night and I'm looking for a Halloween costume for Elsie or someone. Maybe I'll dress my team up as bird dogs....oh, wait....
Thursday, October 15, 2009
We Rode in Trucks
We're going to have a bit of sibling rivalry going on. No, not between Kuz, June, Roary and Reb or between Star, May, Brother and Joppie, or between Brew, Sosa, and Trotter, but between Keytone and...drumroll please...her SISTER! Ahhh it sounds like a terrible soap operah, "the tiny clusters!" But yes, read it and weep- Keytone's sister will be joining us here at Answering Call as of Saturday. And I couldn't be more excited! Petunia is going to be a great asset. I've started to see that I need to separate teams a little more than I had anticipated. I figured Sosa would be with the hounds and Oak would be with the sibes. Wrong-o was my guess-o. Sosa needs a team slightly slower than the monsters from hell and Oak needs a team drastically fast than yours truely, the sibes. I've decided to meet them in the middle, pairing them together and adding a speedy, but not too speedy, extra leader to help even things out a bit. Hello, Petunia you funny lookin' little doggie. I so anxious to get them on the trail together regularly. I'll have more on that as of next week. By the way, I didn't name her....so don't blame me! And, a second btw, she's on loan (from the Smithsonian! Only kidding- I just wanted to say that) so she'll only be with us until the end of race season.
As mentioned in the previous post, we went to Lost Lake last weekend and it was a great time. We had a few technical difficulites on the way, but everyone survived. Our box is to die for and it makes our lives so much easier. It's aggrivating to use my old beat up piece o'crap during the week, but I know that I'll be livin' the good life come Friday night! It's possible to travel comfortable with 37 dogs...we're proof. (unless two of those 36 attempt to JUMP OUT OF THE TRUCK while driving down the road....) Next on my truck agenda is to buy a duel-y. I have no idea how to spell the cloqiual term, but I want a pick-up with 4 back tires. Oh man, oh man...I wan' it.
On to better things: all 3 girls are in heat. Fox is the biggest flirt I've ever seen! Brewer screams bloody murder all day and every time we stop on the trail, but I just have to tell myself how much I'll enjoy getting him fixed. Oh, I will love that day. I'll bake a cake. A very big cake.
As mentioned in the previous post, we went to Lost Lake last weekend and it was a great time. We had a few technical difficulites on the way, but everyone survived. Our box is to die for and it makes our lives so much easier. It's aggrivating to use my old beat up piece o'crap during the week, but I know that I'll be livin' the good life come Friday night! It's possible to travel comfortable with 37 dogs...we're proof. (unless two of those 36 attempt to JUMP OUT OF THE TRUCK while driving down the road....) Next on my truck agenda is to buy a duel-y. I have no idea how to spell the cloqiual term, but I want a pick-up with 4 back tires. Oh man, oh man...I wan' it.
On to better things: all 3 girls are in heat. Fox is the biggest flirt I've ever seen! Brewer screams bloody murder all day and every time we stop on the trail, but I just have to tell myself how much I'll enjoy getting him fixed. Oh, I will love that day. I'll bake a cake. A very big cake.
Monday, October 12, 2009
LOST Lake....
Will I ever learn? I've run that trail a million times. A few years ago we showed up for the training session and it was already dark, but I took the team out anyway. I got lost. I was on the trail for 2 hours, covering 12 miles and didn't get back into camp until 11pm. Like I said, that was a few years ago and I'm older and wiser now. At least I'd like to think so.....
We pulled up in the day light, but between Lynzie and I, we had 5 teams to run. It was dark by the time I was able to get out. For some reason, I still wanted to run. I ran the hounds first and realized I was in over my head. We were doing the trail backwards and couldn't see any of the trail markers, so I only ran them a mile- point 5 down and point 5 back. I couldn't see so we were only going 12pmh. Long story short, they were pissed. Anyway, the sibes were next. I figured I'd take them further because it wouldn't be as hectic and I honestly thought I'd have no problem recognizing the trail. I asked Lynzie what trail she used for her teams. She told me she found an unmarked loop out there that was around 2 miles. "Unmarked" should have been my first clue....
I took off with Oakley, Roary, June, and Brother. Roary was up there with Oak, but I was mainly relying on Oakley.
The first few turns made sense and jived with what Lynzie told me she had done. We were on the main trail, simply ignoring the little turn-off. But, after a few more swerves, all bets were off. We were going 9pmh...a respectable speed for the mixture of talent in the team, but a speed that I knew should have put us further into the two miles that we were. We came to a building where a definitive turn was needed. Lynzie had said to go Haw at "a building." We did. Just after that left, the trail emptied out, at least seemingly, into an opening. I couldn't see where we were supposed to be headed. It looked to me that we were in a parking area or turn around of some type, but Oakley was hitting her line diagonally forward to the right. I decided to trust her. I simply gave the machine some gas and watched as she put her nose to the ground and swung to the right. I let her.
We wound up on a very clear trail- things were looking up. We took a few more loopy turns and swerved with the trail. At this point, I knew I could never remember the trail if I tried to turn us around, so our only option was forward. I reasoned that at least someone would know if we went missing (aka if we took more than 20 minutes or so to run 2 damn miles) and that I had all night and capable dogs, so I had nothing to lose. We ran for a few more minutes. I'm not going to lie....I almost started to panic.
I mean, c'mon....it was dark. It was very dark. It's a HUGE park...we could have run all night without recognizing a thing. Plus, I've done it before! We continued to run. The main trail turn left, if only slightly, twice. There were TONS of trails that branched off, but She ingnored them all. I honestly thought at one point we had gone in a circle. I stopped the team to turn them around, thinking for SURE that I'd missed something. I ended up shrugging and telling myself to knock it off. I openly asked aloud if I would be this worried in the daylight and decided I wouldn't be....and so I kept trusting Oakley.
You know what happened? I noticed a twinkling of lights off to my right. I knew that if they came from camp, then I could get my barrings. The trail kept swerving and I gave Oakley no direction. I was still really, very nervous. I reasoned that Oak could surely smell the trail a thousand times better than I could see it. I just kept the machine going.
I saw more twinkling lights, still to my right. The surface of the trail changed. I wanted to believe that I recognized a few things, but I refused to allow myself to get my hopes up....in case we really did have to spend a few more hours out there. I had actually considered yelling for help or unhooking the line from the 4wheeler and cutting through the woods with the dogs directly towards the lights.
The dogs sped up. That meant only one thing. THEY COULD HEAR CAMP. Oakley put her nose to the ground around the last corner and we climbed a hill. I heard dogs and generators. We were back. She cut through the camp ground and found the truck.
Lynzie asked what took so long and wondered if we had gotten lost. She said she was going to wait a few more minutes before she really started to worry. I replied, "Yeah, I felt pretty lost. I have no idea what trail we took, but I do know that Oakley's definitely a leader."
We pulled up in the day light, but between Lynzie and I, we had 5 teams to run. It was dark by the time I was able to get out. For some reason, I still wanted to run. I ran the hounds first and realized I was in over my head. We were doing the trail backwards and couldn't see any of the trail markers, so I only ran them a mile- point 5 down and point 5 back. I couldn't see so we were only going 12pmh. Long story short, they were pissed. Anyway, the sibes were next. I figured I'd take them further because it wouldn't be as hectic and I honestly thought I'd have no problem recognizing the trail. I asked Lynzie what trail she used for her teams. She told me she found an unmarked loop out there that was around 2 miles. "Unmarked" should have been my first clue....
I took off with Oakley, Roary, June, and Brother. Roary was up there with Oak, but I was mainly relying on Oakley.
The first few turns made sense and jived with what Lynzie told me she had done. We were on the main trail, simply ignoring the little turn-off. But, after a few more swerves, all bets were off. We were going 9pmh...a respectable speed for the mixture of talent in the team, but a speed that I knew should have put us further into the two miles that we were. We came to a building where a definitive turn was needed. Lynzie had said to go Haw at "a building." We did. Just after that left, the trail emptied out, at least seemingly, into an opening. I couldn't see where we were supposed to be headed. It looked to me that we were in a parking area or turn around of some type, but Oakley was hitting her line diagonally forward to the right. I decided to trust her. I simply gave the machine some gas and watched as she put her nose to the ground and swung to the right. I let her.
We wound up on a very clear trail- things were looking up. We took a few more loopy turns and swerved with the trail. At this point, I knew I could never remember the trail if I tried to turn us around, so our only option was forward. I reasoned that at least someone would know if we went missing (aka if we took more than 20 minutes or so to run 2 damn miles) and that I had all night and capable dogs, so I had nothing to lose. We ran for a few more minutes. I'm not going to lie....I almost started to panic.
I mean, c'mon....it was dark. It was very dark. It's a HUGE park...we could have run all night without recognizing a thing. Plus, I've done it before! We continued to run. The main trail turn left, if only slightly, twice. There were TONS of trails that branched off, but She ingnored them all. I honestly thought at one point we had gone in a circle. I stopped the team to turn them around, thinking for SURE that I'd missed something. I ended up shrugging and telling myself to knock it off. I openly asked aloud if I would be this worried in the daylight and decided I wouldn't be....and so I kept trusting Oakley.
You know what happened? I noticed a twinkling of lights off to my right. I knew that if they came from camp, then I could get my barrings. The trail kept swerving and I gave Oakley no direction. I was still really, very nervous. I reasoned that Oak could surely smell the trail a thousand times better than I could see it. I just kept the machine going.
I saw more twinkling lights, still to my right. The surface of the trail changed. I wanted to believe that I recognized a few things, but I refused to allow myself to get my hopes up....in case we really did have to spend a few more hours out there. I had actually considered yelling for help or unhooking the line from the 4wheeler and cutting through the woods with the dogs directly towards the lights.
The dogs sped up. That meant only one thing. THEY COULD HEAR CAMP. Oakley put her nose to the ground around the last corner and we climbed a hill. I heard dogs and generators. We were back. She cut through the camp ground and found the truck.
Lynzie asked what took so long and wondered if we had gotten lost. She said she was going to wait a few more minutes before she really started to worry. I replied, "Yeah, I felt pretty lost. I have no idea what trail we took, but I do know that Oakley's definitely a leader."
Monday, October 5, 2009
The "Oh, Shiiiiit!" Moment(s)
......"When the dogs lunged forward, and as the right hand side of the rig made sickening contact with the sturdy, metal post, I said more than a few words under my breath"......
We've been running regularly. I can see the dogs improving already and gaining stamina. Right now, the hound team has 22 miles. It doesn't seem like much and in reality it's not a lot, but no run has been over 3 miles...so we've had quite a few hookups. The puppies are really impressing me. They're little bundles of energy. It's been a while since I've trained a pup (remember, Oakley is FOUR now!) so I've been racking my brain.
The highlight of the week: FLIPPING THE RIG! Put it in the history books. I've boasted that I'm untouchable on that thing...and I thought I was! Apparently my high horse shrinks a little when the maniacs take a corner at 19mph.
I had 6 dogs ready to go: Keytone and Fox in lead, Freddie and Brewer in the middle, and Sosa with Trotter in the back. I knew we were gonna be goin' fast....I had no idea. We were running on the road, so the first turn, technically, is a right out of the driveway. Needless to say, THAT is where I lost it. One hell of a run, eh? We made sure traffic was clear and I pulled the snub. The team took off like bats outta hell (or like sprint dogs out of the chute...clever?) and I called "gee." The instant I saw Keytone's head snap to the right in response, I knew I'd made a huge mistake. And it is here were I explain that my entire yard is fenced, so we have to go through the front gate to reach the road. When they turned too sharply, we were in danger of being hung up on the right hand gate post. Big danger. I've run this route successfully in the past, but I had started with the rig flush with the gate. Damn. My first thought was to keep the boys in back (Sosa and Trotter) from being slammed into the pole. Not a problem. I should have worried about what might happen a few feet south of them.....
I've heard it said and read about it, but nothing truly captures the actual feeling of one's very own OH SHIT moment.
The entire team had swung right while the rig and I had hardly moved an inch. They had taken the corner waaaaay too sharp with espresso for breakfast. When the dogs lunged forward, and as the right hand side of the rig made sickening contact with the sturdy, metal post, I said more than a few words under my breath. I KNEW the whole thing was going to flip. I literally remember concentrating so hard on front tire that, when I think about it now, I actually see in tunnel vision. It's funny, because I also remember thinking, "Oh man...the ground is wet!" WTF, right? I also remember thinking that I had never flipped it before, and so this couldn't really be happening. And then the left, outside tire caught an edge. I was air born.
Then and only then, was my O.S! moment complete. I landed on my left shoulder, still a white-knuckle grip on the handle bar, as the dogs dug in and dragged me for a few feet. Did you hear that? What wimps! After my harrowing crash landing, I didn't even get to display my "I am awesome and will now rite an upside down moving rig" maneuver. They all just stopped and stared back at me. Do not ask me how I managed to avoid landing UNDER the rig or how I swear to god I did not blink. But alas, all good action movies must come to an end. So, I stood and pulled the rig up with me. The dogs needed no ceremony- they took off. I hoped on and rode off into the sunset. Seriously.
You see, until this event, I thought that rig was my tool for world domination. Once atop, I was extremely self-assured and confident in my ability to finish a run in one piece. Now? I see myself as damn near awesome! Sure, I flipped that sucker like a newbie, but I hung on like the pro I am! Self-assured? Oh, it's so much worse. Try cocky. Or grab a thesaurus. They're handy.
We've been running regularly. I can see the dogs improving already and gaining stamina. Right now, the hound team has 22 miles. It doesn't seem like much and in reality it's not a lot, but no run has been over 3 miles...so we've had quite a few hookups. The puppies are really impressing me. They're little bundles of energy. It's been a while since I've trained a pup (remember, Oakley is FOUR now!) so I've been racking my brain.
The highlight of the week: FLIPPING THE RIG! Put it in the history books. I've boasted that I'm untouchable on that thing...and I thought I was! Apparently my high horse shrinks a little when the maniacs take a corner at 19mph.
I had 6 dogs ready to go: Keytone and Fox in lead, Freddie and Brewer in the middle, and Sosa with Trotter in the back. I knew we were gonna be goin' fast....I had no idea. We were running on the road, so the first turn, technically, is a right out of the driveway. Needless to say, THAT is where I lost it. One hell of a run, eh? We made sure traffic was clear and I pulled the snub. The team took off like bats outta hell (or like sprint dogs out of the chute...clever?) and I called "gee." The instant I saw Keytone's head snap to the right in response, I knew I'd made a huge mistake. And it is here were I explain that my entire yard is fenced, so we have to go through the front gate to reach the road. When they turned too sharply, we were in danger of being hung up on the right hand gate post. Big danger. I've run this route successfully in the past, but I had started with the rig flush with the gate. Damn. My first thought was to keep the boys in back (Sosa and Trotter) from being slammed into the pole. Not a problem. I should have worried about what might happen a few feet south of them.....
I've heard it said and read about it, but nothing truly captures the actual feeling of one's very own OH SHIT moment.
The entire team had swung right while the rig and I had hardly moved an inch. They had taken the corner waaaaay too sharp with espresso for breakfast. When the dogs lunged forward, and as the right hand side of the rig made sickening contact with the sturdy, metal post, I said more than a few words under my breath. I KNEW the whole thing was going to flip. I literally remember concentrating so hard on front tire that, when I think about it now, I actually see in tunnel vision. It's funny, because I also remember thinking, "Oh man...the ground is wet!" WTF, right? I also remember thinking that I had never flipped it before, and so this couldn't really be happening. And then the left, outside tire caught an edge. I was air born.
Then and only then, was my O.S! moment complete. I landed on my left shoulder, still a white-knuckle grip on the handle bar, as the dogs dug in and dragged me for a few feet. Did you hear that? What wimps! After my harrowing crash landing, I didn't even get to display my "I am awesome and will now rite an upside down moving rig" maneuver. They all just stopped and stared back at me. Do not ask me how I managed to avoid landing UNDER the rig or how I swear to god I did not blink. But alas, all good action movies must come to an end. So, I stood and pulled the rig up with me. The dogs needed no ceremony- they took off. I hoped on and rode off into the sunset. Seriously.
You see, until this event, I thought that rig was my tool for world domination. Once atop, I was extremely self-assured and confident in my ability to finish a run in one piece. Now? I see myself as damn near awesome! Sure, I flipped that sucker like a newbie, but I hung on like the pro I am! Self-assured? Oh, it's so much worse. Try cocky. Or grab a thesaurus. They're handy.
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