read on facebook ammon mckennys dog woodrow died

Saw that. That friggin sucks. I had the pleasure of meeting him and Ammon and watching him work (and yes he did find the buck). He was one hell of a dog. Tough loss.

Dang. Hate to hear that. RIP Woodrow

Did something happen while they were tracking?

Yes. Copied below is an excerpt from Ammon's FB post.
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Woodrow finally met his match as he chased after a big buck under a full moon sky. Woodrow found the deer, bayed him, the deer broke and fled. Woodrow gave chase and unbeknown to anybody he followed the deer into some water that ended up being deeper than he could stand in. Of all the fights I witnessed, the deer that would tackle him to the ground, or charge while he evaded and took their best shots, I feared one day it would not be good if he got into deep water. And so it was.
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That sucks. Hate to hear it, but at least Woodrow went out doing what he loved.

I sure hate to read that. I’m glad I got to meet Woodrow last week on a track for me. Good dog for sure

Damn, that sucks bad!

Dang that is sad. Sorry to hear that.

hate to hear that, great pair of trackers

Awful

Hate to hear it. Sorry for the loss.

Oh my...

Hate to hear that. Woodrow was really putting some deer on the tailgate.

Sad

That's awful. Sounds like he went out doing what he loved though. May we all be as fortunate.

RIP Woodrow.

I could not have said it any better.

Hate to hear it. Woodrow was a fine dog.

This story is the last of all stories shared by me about my little, not so sweet, fearless, heroic, stubborn, hard headed, amazing dog Woodrow.

When I got Woodrow it was for the sole purpose of being a deer tracking dog. I got him in hopes that he would find my deer in the case I shot one and couldn’t find it. He was not to be the family pet. He was mine, and I was his. We had a great bond. The others in the family?? Ehhh not so much. I had my battles with him personally. Sometime he needed reminding of who’s sack was bigger cause I assure you that he thought his were most of the time. I had no idea what was in store for us both.

At first Woodrow was just supposed to find the deer that I shot. I needed him to learn, and I wasn’t shooting deer every day, so I made it known to the public that I would bring my dog as a last resort so that he could help find a deer that they couldn’t find. Slowly the info got out. I grew with Woodrow during the first two seasons so much. Half way through the third season I realized that I wasn’t learning as much anymore, but that he was sky rocketting in his ability. On many occasions he found deer that even left me surprised in how he found them.

One of the things that made Woodrow so special was what he did with his size. If you never got to see Woodrow really in action, then you missed a cool spectacle. A real sight to behold. Woodrow did more than just find deer. He battled them. Fiercely. I often told people that Woodrow would rather the deer be alive when he found them as opposed to be dead. Sometimes he would find a dead deer, sit for a minute, and then come back to me before I reached him. He would have this look on his face as if to say, “Uhh nothing to see over there. Just a dead deer. I dont care about it.” I would tell him to go find my deer and he’d just look at me like, “I already did. Now what?”

Woodrow recovered 118 deer in his life. He “found” countless others that were not injured bad enough for them to fight him. 49 of those were killed after he found them alive. He would run circles around them and bark. If they ran, so did he. Sometimes he’d catch up and bite them and hold on on the rear of their legs to get them to stop. I saw him bite and hold on to their heads and they would pick him up and sling him around like a dragon trying to sling off a warrior on its head. He had no fear. Ever.

I would always tell people of the risk that he could be killed one day. I was serious. I knew it. I almost wished it would happen as a way for him to not grow old and sick and have to live a life not in the woods. I didnt wish for it to be now.

Hindsight is always 20-20. Remember that!

It’s easy to look back and say “this or that could have been done”, but that’s the easy way out. Life happens. While this hurts me deeply, I know that there are worse things in life that could happen. He made me and so many others so happy. I know that he absolutely loved tracking deer. He took me all over Kentucky, Tennessee, Alabama, and even parts of Mississippi. I slept in my truck at gas station parking lots, and even the Hardee’s in Jasper on more than one occassion, all after a long night of tracking many deer. He made me lie to my wife even, on more than one occassion. She’d make me promise to not go tracking on a given day, and somebody would call. I’d answer with a hello and the person would respond with something like, “Is this the guy that owns Woodrow?” When they were close enough I’d slip out with Woodrow, go find their deer, and come back. 😝

Early on, not many people knew about Woodrow. His reputation was earned. After recovering a deer, and when Woodrow would have to go in a phone booth and come out with a cape and mask on and fight the deer to the death, some of my favorite compliments were, “Man, I gotta tell ya, when he jumped out of the car, I was thinkin- Ok, now the real dog is about to come out.” And “Man when I saw him jump out of the car I thought you just brought your girlfriend’s dog or something.” “I figured he could track, but I had no idea he was gonna do what he just did!”

Woodrow finally met his match as he chased after a big buck under a full moon sky. Woodrow found the deer, bayed him, the deer broke and fled. Woodrow gave chase and unbeknown to anybody he followed the deer into some water that ended up being deeper than he could stand in. Of all the fights I witnessed, the deer that would tackle him to the ground, or charge while he evaded and took their best shots, I feared one day it would not be good if he got into deep water. And so it was.

Woodrow was my buddy. I loved him. Im so grateful to those that mentored me. Tom, Jackie, Matt and Mike. Im so grateful to all those in the past that took a chance and let him come try to find their deer. Im also so grateful to those that cheered him on and supported him as a fan. It was an awesome ride. Well done, Woodrow. “Yew dee so gud fin-duh mah deer!”

RIP Woodrow.

Anybody know what breed Woodrow was ? Cool looking little dog.