2023-10-07 04:00:00
Some people sometimes say of a real enthusiast that he seems to have it in his blood because he is so animated and excited by the activity he practices.
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The Association of Blood Dog Handlers of Quebec, also known by the acronym “ACCSQ”, is an essential organization whose mission, since 2008, is to offer a recovery service for injured big game and to raise awareness among nimrods to call them when the trail of an animal was lost during the hunt. You can find out more regarding these brave volunteers by visiting the accsq.com website. You would also benefit from taking a look at it before heading into the hinterland, in order to note down the contact details of some of these precious allies who are busy in your sector.
A fool, a real one
Pierre Marleau, 39, from Rivière-Rouge, has been a blood dog handler for 11 years. His playground, where he has conducted nearly 300 research projects, extends from Outaouais to the Laurentians.
I already called on Pierre’s services a few years ago, following a bad shot on a trophy deer. The first time I met him, I didn’t know that he had spent the whole night looking for big game. With his protective helmet, his research kit and his extremely serious, even extremely tired, appearance, he looked like an alien. I quickly realized that he was a professional, very well equipped, and that he took all the necessary measures to achieve his goals with his faithful canine companion. As soon as he takes off his uniform, he becomes a funny joker to the max. So I asked him to tell me regarding some of his adventures. Here is the gist of what he said.
An oversight
Pierre receives a call early in the evening from an outfitter who requires his services for a client. He rushes to get ready, knowing that he will have to drive almost two hours to get to a meeting in the middle of nowhere. He hastily double-checks all his research materials and storms off. After regarding fifteen minutes of driving, our expert thinks back to the equipment he put in his SUV trunk. He has a strong intuition that something is missing. He thinks and thinks once more only to suddenly be overcome by an indescribable feeling. “It’s not true, maud… taba… of… [suivi de plusieurs autres jurons] It can’t be, I forgot my dog at home! » Pierre then shouted at the top of his voice. Ita was waiting patiently for him in his outdoor park where he had sent her to do her business. He laughed heartily as he tried to explain to me how crazy he would have looked and how helpless he would have been.
A research that has a nose
In the middle of a night where the temperature is below freezing, Mr. Marleau and the hunter who requires his help are on the trail of a deer on agricultural land in the Lower Laurentians. His dog must work very hard to follow his trail, because the frozen ground blocks the odors of the beast which passed by several hours before. He is hopeful of finding this game because, from the start, he diagnosed a liver injury.
The absence of visual clues in the field means that they must have almost blind trust in their dog. After crossing the field, the buck walked along the river and lay down. As they approached, unfortunately, they surely pushed him back and he crossed the watercourse. Dawn soon arrives and fatigue sets in. They have no choice but to turn around and return to his SUV. Almost at his destination, he sees his dog motionless near an animal and she is busy sniffing it.
Fearing that it was a porcupine, he called her and she came running back happily. Unfortunately, Ita got her nose sprayed by a damn skunk. Pierre is completely discouraged, because his precious assistant can no longer perceive the smells and track the deer. He must therefore stop the search and travel nearly 150 km with his stinking beast in the SUV. It’s 4 a.m. and he’s exhausted. He parks at a rest stop to try to sleep, despite the horrible smells. About fifteen minutes later, he heard two female voices speaking to him. These are policewomen who find it suspicious that a guy is snoozing near open windows at -10 degrees.
They then saw that he was not intoxicated, but rather in a state of total disgrace and that his vehicle stank for miles around. The story still ends well, because the hunter found his deer the next morning, just on the other side of the river.
I listened to your advice
Our expert is called and the hunter explains the following scenario: “You see on the other side of the beaver pond, far away over there? I shot a deer there just before it reached my apples, but when I was regarding to fire, I lost my glasses! The deer immediately climbed onto the hill behind him and stopped next to the fir tree that we see over there. After searching for a few seconds on all fours in my cache to find my glasses, the deer fled into the forest. » Pierre asks the man: “At this distance, do you think you hit him or was he simply afraid of the sound of your rifle? » The gentleman replies: “I have no idea. You advise us not to cover our tracks too much unnecessarily, so I decided to wait for you before going to see! » Mr. Marleau responds by saying: “We ask for a minimum of research on your part before calling us. » As helpful as ever, Pierre and his dog, followed by the hunter, cross the beaver pond and walk towards the famous fir tree. Arriving at the tree in question, he explains to the nimrod that he will not need to go any further because the remains of his six-pointed tree fell there. Returning home, Pierre was a little shocked thinking that the gentleman had perhaps just called him to help him get his deer out of the woods!
Unexpected disappearance
A female moose without a calf comes within shooting range of a lady’s crossbow. She shoots an arrow which, following analysis, will show that it only caused a superficial injury to a bone. The deer continues on its way and arrives in front of its partner. In turn, he shoots the animal. During the search, Pierre and his faithful canine companion fend off the moose and they do not find conclusive signs indicating a fatal injury. At 2 a.m., following heavy rain, they go to bed in the truck. In the early morning, wanting to resume the search, Mr. Marleau went to the outfitter where the clients were staying and knocked on their door, with no response. He later learned that during the evening, the couple found the arrow stuck in a tree three meters high. An intense argument ensued, so much so that in the middle of the night, they packed up and headed back to town. Pierre admitted to me that he was speechless for many minutes.
To find out more, visit Pierre Marleau’s Facebook page or call 450 944-3121.
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