Chui Of Idaho

My friend Edd from Idaho, sent me this story he wrote about his Teckel Chui, and a recent track she did.  I really connected with it because it talks about a hunter that was very skeptical when a tracker showed up with a Wirehaired Dachshund to search for his deer.  In many parts of Europe it is common place to track with one of these dogs. In a lot of the states it is still a relatively new concept. Thanks Edd for a great read.

Chui Track                                                                


Every year a great many animals are struck by either bullet or arrow, and even though mortally wounded, are lost and wasted as the hunter cannot find the creature.  In order to prevent this type of loss, District Conservation Officer, George Fischer, has been very supportive of the promotion and use of specially trained blood tracking dogs in the state of Idaho.

These specialty dogs are not just house pets that like to run around and lick blood off of wounded deer, they are selectively bred and trained blood tracking athletes that are prepped from birth to do only one thing.  These dogs require 45 minutes to an hour of daily exercise and once a week they need to be taken on a 200 to 300 yard blood tracking exercise.  The ultimate test of course is to take them on a real life track wherein all of their acquired conditioning is tested.

Good tracking dogs come in all sorts of K9 shapes and sizes but the breed type that I own and train, and are the most popular blood tracking dog are known as German Teckels.  These diminutive creatures are the Germanic ancestor of the American Dachshund.  They weigh in at around 20 pounds and about 19 ½ of that is guts and heart.  These little guys are literally born to track.

As mentioned before, George has long been an advocate of using
trained tracking dogs to find wounded game and has on several occasions participated in our blood training exercises.  I am an Idaho outfitter and as such our policy here on the ranch is that a hunter, after firing a shot, does not move from his/her position (unless the animal is clearly visible) until I am able to fetch a dog and get on scene.  This has for the past 10 years resulted in a zero loss rate on game animals.  We also volunteer our services, via Officer Fischer, to assist other sportsmen who have lost a critter.

On Nov. 15 of this year I got one of those rapid fire phone messages wherein the urgency is readily apparent in the tone of the caller. “Hey Edd, George, we need you and a dog really bad.  A hunter from Florida has shot a nice white tail and has been searching for it for five hours with no results.  Call back Quick.”

I had hunters at the time and had just one hour previous had my lead dog, Chui, on a 300 yard successful blood track.  I still had a hunter out and couldn’t go but offered to let George take Chui on the track.  I had never done this before but Chui knew George and I thought it would be OK.

By the time George and Chui got on scene about 7 hours had passed since the shot was fired.  After one look at Chui the Florida sportsman looked as if they were giving up all hope.  “What the heck is this thing?  We thought you were bringing a real dog!”  What is this miniature lap dog going to do except maybe run in circles and yip at its tail?”  George proceeded to explain that this wasn’t a bad joke and that Chui was a for real tracker.  The hunter wasn’t convinced but did placate George by pointing the direction he thought the deer had gone, which was to his right.  At that time Fischer put the little dog on the spot of blood and gave her the seek command.  Chui immediately made a hard left turn, in the exact opposite direction that the hunter had indicated and with nose to the ground started churning her seven inch legs on the microscopic trail.  Of course, about now the hunter and his buddies were in open rebellion as the dog was “obviously going in the wrong direction.”

About the time George quelled the riot Chui made a dramatic “hey boss look here” gesture and showed the nonbelievers the new spot of blood she had found.  From that point on the doubters became converts and followed the little dog in silence.

One and a half hours later after crossing two hills and canyons, plus crossing a six foot wide stream on two occasions, Chui made her final lunge into an almost impenetrable thicket and immediate started trying to drag the dead buck out of the briar patch.  The cheers and jubilation reached the crescendo level as the now total believers hailed Chui as the absolute queen of all trackers.  In George’s own words:  “This was a near impossible feat.  No two legged team of trackers could ever have pulled that off.”

Fritz’s Track

Derek and his Teckel Fritz have been busy tracking deer. Derek hunts and tracks in Illinois. Fritz is a two year old dog out of the B-litter. Here is a story Derek sent of a recent track and recovery they had. Thanks for the update and keep up the great work!

Derek and Fritz with a friend and his recovered buck

Derek and Fritz with the hunter and his recovered buck

Derek wrote;

Just got home from an amazing display of tracking! One of my best buds called me and had shot this deer high just as it spun. He watched it run 75 yards and cross the fence. Fritz picked it up an hour after the shot at the fence crossing. We found just 4 tiny spots of blood in 35 yards after he crossed the fence, then Fritz hit a small drainage at the bottom of a large pastured hill side and froze. He tracked up the drainage and found a dead coyote. I thought we where done because all he wanted to do was go after the coyote. I picked him up and restarted at the last drop of blood and he then crossed the drainage this time digging hard crossing up the long hill on the other side. Then he started to zig-zagging back and forth, I thought he lost the track, but I shined the deers eyes in a hole at the bottom of the hill, he had rolled down the hill and that was what Fritz was tracking. My buddy Rhett said he would have never found this deer because it was circling around to go behind his stand, and there was no blood at all the last 50 yards, he never would have looked that way! Fritz got a scoop of ice cream when we got home and now he’s waiting at the door to go again! I’m so proud of him! The icing on cake, we tracked one for Rhett last year but never found a thing, sweet justice!


Sookie Strikes Again

Here’s another report I received from Randy of Louisiana about his young tracker Sookie. Congratulations on another successful recovery.

Randy with Sookie and the recovered buck

Randy with Sookie and the recovered buck

Hey Brian, I’m here to report another successful track with little Sookie! I got the call this evening from the same buddy that harvested Sookie’s first find. Initially there was no blood found at the shot site, and no arrow to be found. We dropped Little Sookie where the buck stood and she was able to unravel the mystery. She got it figured out and the track was on. Sookie found great blood not far into the track and it looked like it was going to be a short run. There were scenes along the way that looked like a cheap horror flick and then stretches of little or no evidence. Of course the buck decided to go through the thickest briar patch on the place. After what seemed like an eternity in the thorn thicket, we came out on a trail and jumped the deer about 20 yards in front of us. We could see the deer go down again about 40 yards down the trail. We backed off and retrieved the bow to see if we could get a finishing shot. Little Sookie saw the deer get up and run, and I could tell it threw her for a loop because that never happened in prior training tracks or her other find. She growled and barked a bit and was quite displeased with us backing away. If she could talk, I’m guessing it would have sounded like……”What are you idiots doing? The deer is back that way! We’re going the wrong way.” She whined the whole time until we were headed back to see if we could get a finishing shot. By the time we made it to where we saw him go down, the deer had expired. The hunter was hunting from the ground and the shot was a high hit behind the shoulder. The broad head barely poked a small hole on the other side at the same height. After checking a mapping program, the best I can figure is the track was 3/4 of a mile long! I’m so proud of this little pup! She’s got a great “want to work” when it’s time to go!