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Sunday, November 17, 2013

Clear Lake Mi. Brad whiting.

Robert Miller Mike Avery's Outdoor Magazine published this tracking/hunting story. Mike received 

Good morning Mike,
I am about to embarrass myself with this story, but it needs to be told, and I would appreciate it if you posted this letter, as is, on your Facebook page, along with the pictures.

Last Sunday morning I was still hunting in the swamps of St. Helen, MI in light rain, about 9:30am when I saw what appeared to be a 130-140 class B & C buck about 75yds in front of me. The buck was stepping through a small opening in the heavy cover in what would be my ONLY shot opportunity. I quickly shouldered the rifle, lined up on his front shoulder and fired. However, the buck spotted my movement and lunged simultaneously to the shot and I hit him mid-body. A gut-shot for sure. The buck lurched sideways, mule-kicked, and was gone. I was instantly sickened to my stomach as I knew I had just gut-shot what I thought would be one of the best bucks of my life. Making matters worse was that the rain was now gaining intensity. 

Finding no blood, hair, or anything where I assumed the buck stood at the shot, I did a few crossing patterns to try and cut blood. I did find a single spot with two drops about 80 yds from the shot. That was it. I decided drastic measures were in order and backed out, went to my cabin and retrieved the number for Rob Miller of Michigan Deer Tracking Hounds. I actually called three of the guys on the team and left messages. Rob returned my call within minutes. I explained the situation and he offered me a guy out of Petoskey that would be a little cheaper due to the travel time. Once I confirmed with Rob that the tracking hound Sypris was Rob’s dog, I decided to go with Rob as the little Dachshund Sypris is legendary. (She would later prove it.) From the time of the shot, until Rob’s arrival to the spot of the hunt, approximately 3 ½ hours had passed. The rain had been steady for the entire time, with several spells of heavy, driving rain to boot. As I waited for the tracking team to arrive, I was having serious doubts about the ability of any dog to track a deer in the kind of rain I was witnessing, and had witnessed since the shot. Thinking I had a real trophy on the ground somewhere, I decided to keep the scenario intact and rolling.

I got Rob and Sypris to the spot of the shot, but had never been sure exactly where the buck stood, it was just too heavy of cover to know for sure without any sign of a hit. The only real evidence I had was two drops of blood about 80 yds away, marked with toilet paper, surely washed away by now. Rob called the DNR to get me permission to carry my rifle loaded, with no round chambered during the track job. He is registered with the state of MI, and as such, this would be allowed. Rob spotted a bit of fat in a shrub and we had a starting point. Rob inserted Sypris into the cover and within seconds, she took a direction and went with it. I became skeptical instantly as she was going away from my marked spot several yards away. Within 50 yds, Rob called me over to show me a huge clot of blood on the ground. Probing it with his fingers, he pulled out what we both agreed was a small bit of liver. I was elated. Going a bit further, I hollered up to Rob that Sypris would have to make a left turn very soon in order to somehow pass by my marked spot. Almost at the completion of my sentence, she did just that. Within seconds, we passed by my marked spot and Sypris was working steady and sure. We followed her, working a very vigorous and steady pace. I stayed off to the side, constantly looking ahead for the buck. We came to a small thicket that looked impenetrable. Rob suggested I get around toward the front in case the buck was lying in the thicket. Within a second or two Rob hollered out he had more Blood, the first time in over a half mile there was any physical evidence Sypris was on track. I was again elated! Just then, I looked ahead and saw the buck bedded. I announced that I had spotted it and was going to shoot. I chambered a round, and as the buck began to rise, I fired, finishing it off in its bed at about 60 yds.

I ran to the deer, adrenalin stoked, I was on cloud nine! But when I got to the buck, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The picture tells the tale. I will never understand how I made a 10-Inch, small hooped 3-point into a 140 Booner. Regardless of my wet glasses, heavy brush that I apparently attached to his head, it appears the real culprit may just be I have a child’s imagination (LOL). Either way, it was done, and I was embarrassed beyond words. Rob was gracious, offering encouraging words. Most important of which being my peace of mind. He explained had I not called him, I would have been tormented by the thought I’d left a buck of a lifetime to go wasted. He was right. 

As I pondered the entire chain of events that day, I realized how awesome it really was. I could not be more impressed with the Master Deer Tracking Team of Rob Miller and his Dachshund Sypris. In my eyes, they had pulled off a literal miracle. Six-tenths of a mile, in 24 minutes, during a steady rain, and after almost four hours of steady and heavy rain, the buck was located and dispatched. I would never have recovered this deer otherwise. 

Rob took a call on a Sunday morning, left his family to drive from Linden to St. Helen, and found my deer. I will hope and pray this never happens again, but if it does, I know with 1000% confidence, my deer will be found. Everyone out there should know about these guys, and trust that the team from Michigan Deer Tracking Hounds are for real and really know their stuff. I am still in awe as I write this. Had you been there with me, you would be too.

Bellville Michigan

This track did not goes as planned. My client shot a 8 point buck around 11 am. He followed the spare blood trail nearly 400 yards. He spent the rest of the day grid searching the woods with no luck. He decided to bring in a tracking dog. Sypris made quick work of the 400 yards previously tracked by our client. One circle a last know where abouts and Sypris was indicating pin drops of blood to me. She was tracking with ease and I kept seeing blood and more blood and more blood. I kept shinning my 300 lumen cyclop light up ahead expecting to a 8 point laying their any second. Well 1.25 miles later she found the gut shot coyote that crawled up under a dead fall. 
We were extremely surprised to find this coyote and also confused as hell!!!
So we did a complete restart to only have  Sypris retrace the known blood trail to only have her go back to the coyote. I tried everything to get her to find the bucks blood trail to only leave wondering what the heck happened in those woods today's. Hopefully the buck lived so my client can kill him another day. This case is still open for investigation. 

Albion Mi.

Randy was hunting from a ground blind when crab claw a 140" 9 point made his way in to the food plot. The shot was 30+ yards and by the bucks reaction he was hit far back. Randy immediately called Rob to discuss his options!! Rob suggested to let the buck lay over night and to give the buck a minimum 12 hours before trying to eye track him. Russel started tracking around noon the following day. They followed the blood trail about 500 yards and found two beds with blood in them. They hit a dead in in the track and decided Sypris help was needed. It was extremely windy that night and thankfully we were tracking in to the wind. Sypris tracked with a 20 yard wide zig zag formation (odd style for her) however she kept indicating blood and wound beds. Randy son inlaw was with me while tracking and he says we didn't follow blood that way!! The blood trail is over here!!  Well I always follow my dog and Supris kept finding blood and wound beds after wound beds. .40 of a mile we found Randy buck still warm and rig was setting in. The track was 25 hours old. I think the other blood trail was crab clay and he was out rutting all night.  Always trust your dog!!!!

Howell Mi. Nash,Walker,& Jeff West

The thrill of the hunt!! Difficult to explain without writing  a novel . But can I say that my two boys and I ,Walker 16 , Nash 14 and my self Jeff experienced something very special. Just when you thought the hunt was over it really just began!! There are many facets to hunting  , but Robert and sypris added a new Dimension . My boys are writing a short story about this hunt so I won't say much more , but what I can say is always call Robert & syris whenever you are questioning your tracking .I have been an outdoorsman for over forty years and as my father taught me the integrity of truly respecting nature the service Robert provides wasn't available when I was a young man , but you can bet your bottom dollar that the first thing to go into our backpacks is Robert Millers phone number. Might I add that Robert is a master of his trade, professional and a gentleman  .

Thank you again 

Jeff ,Walker and Nash West
Walker West
Nash West
   Jeff West
Rob Miller & Sypris