A while back there was a thread about a bob cat stalking a burro.

I have a small bunch of deer that hang out here. Yesterday, I watched Buddy, a orange male cat about 6-7 months old, stalk and grab hold of the fawn's leg. The fawn took off leaving Buddy behind and kept his distance from Buddy as Buddy continued to chase him. No way could Buddy ever bring the fawn down, but he thinks everything that moves should be stalked and jumped on.

I just hope one of the deer don't kick him and actually injure him, for his stupidity. I have no idea how to make him stop. They are all kind of used to him as he often hangs out where they steal grain I put out for the pheasants.

Have a bunch of feral cats at my shop and they are always stalking something! If it moves they get after it!

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A neighbor friend's mutt dog used to chase passing school buses, until the first time he caught one, by biting the rear wheel, and getting run over.
Amazingly, that nutty mutt popped up and trotted back over to it's master, stunned but outwardly okay. Never chased a bus again though.

I heard of people sticking a gunny sack on a rear wheel lug nut and "training" dogs not to chase trucks. Dog survived grabbing the sack they were usually done chasing cars or trucks. Thought that a bit much myself.

A guy I used to know had a pack of lion dogs. Said he had one that used to chase deer until he put the dog and a deer hide in a 55 gallon drum and rolled it down a hill. Sais it wouldn't go near a deer after that. I bet it was kinda hard to get that dog close to a 55 gallon drum too.

Sometimes it is best not to know dog training "secrets" of a lot of old codgers and some of the old cajuns down here

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When I was a little guy and we lived out in the country my Dad had a method for curing dogs chasing cars. He slipped the corner of a rag or shop towel under the edge of a hub cap, then drove slowly down the road. Dog would attack the flopping rag and find itself flipped over and dumped on the side of the road.

I don't remember any dog requiring more than one lesson.

Dogs chasing livestock were given a different lesson that involved a shotgun.

When I was going to college I lived in a trailer park and had a motorcycle. When I would ride by this one trailer this sheep dog would charge out at me. One day he got too close and I hit him with my crash bars. I kept the bike upright and when I looked back he was laid out in the street. Thinking I had killed the dog I went to knock on the trailer door that the dog lived at. No one was home but when I looked back the dog was gone. From then on when I went by that dog would watch me go by from under his porch but never move from there. Few weeks later the dogs owners cut his fur down to about an inch long. Strangest looking dog I ever saw.

Our neighbors up the road used to have some "tame" wild turkeys. One came into our yard one day and our cat Bob stalked it from a distance, but it was more than he wanted to tackle.

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Ya, I have pheasants that come to the grain I put out. The cats have never brought one of those as a present, just voles, mice and a small rabbit

One summer a neighbor's chicken would visit my back yard. My big orange cat, Punkin, was so confused. He knew it was a bird, but it was as big as him. After a few days he lost interest.

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We had a big black Manx tomcat/barncat named Wampus growing up. A little banty rooster about half his size flogged the daylights out of him when he was a kitten and he gave all species of fowl a wide birth as an adult. To add insult to injury when he was fleeing the rooster he ran headlong into the bull goose of the barn yard who unceremoniously gave him the “goose pinch” on his stub tail too. Wampus avoided geese at all cost too after that.

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When I was a kid growing up on the farm I had a full-grown Collie named Pal who was my best buddy and protector. He had only one bad habit. Every day a milk truck roared by in the morning. The muffler was very loud and when Pal heard it he would race down the lane to meet and chase it. Pal slipped one day and went under the wheels and was killed. The driver stopped to try and help him to no avail. Dad and I buried him under a nice tree.

Bad habits of pets can be deadly.

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We had a cat named Tigger who was as ornery as the day is long. He was already an adult when we got a puppy and he quickly established dominance over it. A couple years later we got another puppy and he did the same thing with it.

The puppies grew up. One was 85 lbs, the other 125 lbs. But they were both terrified of Tigger. If the cat was lying down they would not walk past him too close, they'd give a wide berth.

Once in a while Tigger would chase them through the house, swatting at their butts as they ran. It was funny to us but I don't think the dogs saw the humor in it.

Buddy isn't being stupid, he's being a cat. I knew a lady, had a fancy breed cat, wanted for nothing, cuddly, affectionate-and was a mouser.

My father worked with man that had a biting dog. When someone pulled into the driveway, the dog waited for him to put his leg out the door and the dog would bite him in the sheen area. The owner would come out and get the dog. One day a man with a prosthetic leg pulled into the driveway. He knew about the biting dog. The man stuck his prosthetic leg out the door and the dog ran up and bit it. The man said that the dog bit down hard and then immediately let go and stood there looking at the man with it's mouth open. The man told my father that he thought the dog had hurt its teeth when it bit his leg. Anytime the man went back to the house the dog would just look at him and let him pass.

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