You may remember late April I posted of two dogs that I had taken on property. I had suspected that as wild dogs go that those two were "pure dingo" I had clipped an inch from an ear of each dog,salted and sent them off to the end destination of a Sydney Uni.
Results came back as 'pure dingoes,no evidence of dog ancestry'
A few weeks ago another of the same ilk stepped into a steel bracelet that I suspect to be also pure dingo. I clipped an ear,salted and froze it also. They are a far cry from the hybrid bastards that were predominant here before I got into them.

Hybrid dogs that create havoc for farm animal producers.
A big old brindle dog that had had his share of calves



Out of a pack of seven dogs that I saw one morning the only one I never trapped is the brindle in this pic below. It saw me one morning,curled its lip up and snarled at me and from that moment on I have been wanting to find it on a chain one morning,Three years later and six of that pack done I am yet to see him again.

Biggest oldest dog I have trapped,he was twice the size of the dingoes and as you see in the pic he is that old that his teeth were worn to stumps but he still ruled the pack. This I know from game cam pics.



Pic is post scalping of course.

Gryph,
I reckon you sure live an interesting life. Your posts on the farm invading dogs makes me wish I could go hunt some some day. We have the rare case of dogs ( usually pig hunters or lost farm dogs ) running amok here but by comparison feral cats are a much bigger menace.
Interested in the results of the DNA analysis. Can you explain more about the sample finding pure Dingo and no relation to dogs ? In my mind as both are canines I would have expected some shared DNA. I find it fascinating they could be far apart genetically.
Cheers

"Your posts on the farm invading dogs makes me wish I could go hunt some some day."

I get a lot of pleasure in taking out a calf killer,often more than shooting a deer these days.


30-06 you have to get into the research papers,it sends you down a rabbit hole of info.

https://www.newscientist.com/a...go-to-interbreeding/

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I get a lot of pleasure in taking out a calf killer,often more than shooting a deer these days.

I would find that satisfying too. In my Canada hunts one of my biggest desires was to encounter and take a big Wolf. I've hunted areas covered in fresh Wolf sign and reputed to hold good Wolf numbers. I've had nighttime Wolves howling less that 100 metres from my tent. Also heard Wolves howling at a waste pit a long way from a hunting lodge. Yet, I've never laid eyes on a Wolf in Canada. Only place I've actually seen them is Idaho. They're absolutely hated by many people there but I was completely absorbed in just watching them. If they weren't so far out of range I would have lined one up for a shot. My son shot a young one in Idaho. Lucky young man !
Sorry for the Hijack. I think the post got me fired up !

Very interesting even considering that supposedly the only "pure" dingoes are on Fraser Island. Very cool project mate

Yes and the deal is that DNA is indisputable Bakesy

Interesting, I have a friend with a farm near Gloucester NSW and swear they look pure dingo. Never thought to take a sample though. Might be some mixed packs and separate purebred mobs?

Going by the heading I actually thought you were going to tell us how much Neanderthal you have in you

So are they all still fair game Gryph? or because you have some pure dingos, does that incentivise you to target the cross breeds more for any reason?

Dingoes are fair game on farmland Shanks but out of the boundaries they have a 'protected status' I dont trap outside as traps are then vulnerable to thieves,especially if a dog is on the chain.

Bit of Gov stuff here cob.

To allow the continued control of wild dogs where they threaten livestock, an Order in Council was made on 1 October 2010 under the Wildlife Act 1975, declaring the Dingo as unprotected wildlife in certain areas of the state.

The Order in Council is in place to enable wild dog control for the protection of livestock on private land and along the boundaries of public land in some areas of the state, whilst also ensuring the conservation of the Dingo on most public land.

On 24 September 2013, an amendment to the original Order in Council was made to extend it for a further five years and remove an out-dated section regarding perpetual leases on public land. A new Order in Council was made on 25 September 2018 to allow control of wild dogs and Dingoes to continue where they threaten livestock for a further five years – until 1 October 2023.



https://agriculture.vic.gov.au...ybrids-feral-or-wild

I expect that in 2023 the anti trap/bait crowds will have come up with all sorts of their BS to have any current laws rescinded. There is so much pure shit they throw up and of course they are not the one`s that have a mob of sheep or young calves getting killed in their back yards.

I actually love to hear the wild dogs/dingoes howling. I woke a visiting daughter one morning at daylight to "listen to the dogs" as she may not get the chance to hear them again. I called them up to the creek out from the house but they wouldn't leave the bush to sight. There was a heap of them. One big dog I shot one early morning had his partner (bitch) howl for a week looking for him until she too stepped in steel. I would embrace having them if there were no stock.

https://au.sports.yahoo.com/co...pping-004847260.html

A couple of years ago a mate and I were out looking in the bush and caught two out of the nine pups that were on the farm track up the back.
I ended up getting another 4-5 as they matured.

Now you have done it! Kathrin wants a Dingo puppy!

They are basically untameable mate especially on a farm,they sneak off and kill at every opp.

We tried some as RAAF dogs YEARS ago. Didn't work out.

Different continent, same deal.

Back in the '90s I was seeing a doc in Denver.
Got to bs'ing about shooting prairie dogs and calling coyotes around here.

Said he owned a small patch of land 40 miles south of me and the last month or so he'd come down and a pack of coyotes with a big male rotty met him at the gate snarling. He didn't have a gun along and knew he'd get chewed so didn't even get out. Asked if I hunted down that way as he'd sure like to get rid of that bastard.

Month or so later I made a trip that way and was ready when I drove up to the gate. Here they came raising hell. 7 coyotes and the rotty.

I centered his head with a .223, and got two of his mates as they ran. He had a collar on, I mailed it to the doc without even a note.
He knew!

Next time I was up. Told me he'd called the folks on the dog tag. Dog got out to shit and ran off, they couldn't call it back. There's a roadside marker about a volcano cone half mile S of his place where they stopped.

Sure made him happy. We used to see dogs now and then with a pack. Ranchers wanted them killed before the coyotes if n when we could.

Enjoyed this thread Gryph.

George

Thats a good story George,I am so glad that you got the rotty.

Ive only got one dog hunting story, as wild dogs are not that common around here. We've only had two in 35 years.
anyway georges story reminded me of mine. Some years back i was hunting the back of the farm when from up on a high bush ridge about 500 meters from where i was, this dog started howling and howling, and howling. I moved on up and gave it a whistle, thinking it was lost and it would come to me. Its howl changed to a growl and it moved away and being close to dark, I headed home.
over the next month we would hear it at random times barking and howling along a 3K face of forest. As we had sheep at the time it was worrying the hell out of us. Finally one day I was shearing our ewes, and this thing started up and kept going all day. About 3pm the old man came to the shed and said, " Go kill that dog!"

I finished up and grabbing my rifle, climbed and sidled up onto that high ridge.it had been raining for a few days prior, and when i hit the ridgeline, i found fresh dog tracks immediately. Threading my way through the trees along his trail, I came over a high knob and started to hear him in the distance about a k and half away. Ok good i was thinking, Got his tracks, and they are heading to where im hearing him, so off I set. Even though id never hunted a dog before, I knew it wasn't going to be easy, and so went along the ridge as careful and quiet as i could. he would go quiet for some periods, but always started up again. By now it was getting quite late, and the ridge turns quite some way from the farmland. I had no torch and the light was just starting to fade under the canopy. But i was getting close!Finally i came up on a steep limestone bluff to one side of me and a rock outcrop in front about 50 meters away. somewhere in the area between the bluff and the rocks i could hear the dog. Do you think I could see him though? inching forward, rifle ready, i cut the distance down too 25 meters and the howl suddenly changed to a growl and shit was it close. I stopped and peered around trying to pick him, and it took me ages despite the closeness. finally he moved, an large grey dog in dim grey bush, and he was creeping in on me at 15 meters.I didnt have a clear shot, but i took what i had which was enough to put him too the ground and a quick reload as i walked up and the second shot through the head. Looking at my watch and id been stalking him for 3 and half hours.
For some reason, I didnt want anyone else to find the body, so found a ledge over the cliff edge, and dropped him down there amoung the ferns, then finding a way down myself, kind of slid and ran to cover the distance through the bush to the farm edge while i still had enough light to see anything. I arrived home sweating and exhausted and a little more than unnerved by the experience.
i have to say though that it was one of the most intense and exciting hunts ive ever done.

Great tale mate,top result too.
Next time you can howl back and bring them to you. Get K to put the pliers on ya nuts and you will learn to howl really quickly ha ha.

Kathrin reckons she can achieve the same result with a rolling pin.

Nah she will dent her r pin hitting you over the scone with it.

Dad had a bunch of cattle and at one time
got a Blue Healer. Fox was a great cattle dog for him several years. She'd run along his horse til he felt guilty. Called and she'd jump up on the saddle with him. When they got to the corral he'd toss her in the water tank and she'd swim as long as he'd let her. Having pups, she got loose and bit me. I had no use for her either over that.

Then he sold out and had no use for her, gave her to a shelter. Folks took off on a months long trip. Shelter called and said she hadn't been out of the dog house or eaten in two weeks.

I bought a 5lb beef roast and went over. Knew I was going to get chewed, but, had to do it. Reached in and grabbed her collar and said: "come Fox", out she came.
Went to the truck and was getting my knife to cut the meat when she grabbed and swallowed the thing whole!
From then on she was MY dog.

Out fishing on the boat I'd have to tell her: "stay out of the water". Or she'd jump in. Loved swimming. At the dock headed home. I'd tell her to: "watch the boat". Once loaded up I'd tell her "jump in" and she'd swim 50-100 feet to the ramp grinning like a happy kid.

She knew her fur was great camo and would sit behind the brush and look over the top. Just her eye's at times were in sight. Mighty hard to see her. Hell of a watch dog. Nailed several that crowded us.

There's a fish egg processing building in a cove and a small dock around the hill out of sight. I'd never been there before. A ranger boated around the hill. Fox was behind me and a bush. Pretty soon a man back there said: "sir, call your dog off". She had him blocked on the trail. I told her: "it's ok Fox, let him go" and she did. I had no clue he was back there. Good thing he didn't crowd her any.

Had to put her down in '88, cancer of the pituitary gland. Damned hard doings. The vet had a corral with cattle and a horse in it. I told her to go check things out. She did and enjoyed the tour just before he came out.

George