A Beginner's Guide To The
Catahoula Leopard
by Linda McKay
Forward
It
is not meant to present the author as an expert
on this breed, as there is so little
documented information available on these unique
dogs it would be difficult for any
of us to validate such an attitude.
My intention is simply to chronicle my own
experiences with the CATAHOULA
and to share the things these dogs have taught me
about training and handling them
since they entered my life in 1971, and to list
the associations which register the
CATAHOULA LEOPARD.
While attending CATAHOULA field trials and
gatherings in the Southwest, I have
met many fine folks that I'm proud to call
friends. Some of them have had
CATAHOULA LEOPARD dogs in their families for
several decades, in many
cases more than a hundred years, and the
consensus of opinion matches my
experience with these grand dogs. Control them...
but allow the dogs to decide
how to work on their own.
For those interested in organized
competitions, the NALC sponsors a well run slate
of field trials with points and championships
awarded. The WCA is a relatively new
group organized to sponsor cattle trials for
working cowdogs and curs.
Future plans include a CATAHOULA CALENDAR, a
video which will showcase
the working abilities of the CATAHOULA LEOPARD,
and another book to record
the stories and experiences of CATAHOULA breeders
from all parts of the nation.
Introduction
Through good
times and bad, the changes in emphasis and
livestock,
CATAHOULA LEOPARD dogs have continually proven
their worth and made
themselves indispensable.
The only information available on this breed
comes from the people who raise
and use them, those of us who have been educated
and helped by these wonderful
dogs. I am proud to pass along what I have
learned in my association with this
unique breed in hopes it will help others to
assess whether they have a need for the
CATAHOULA LEOPARD in their lives.
Not everyone needs them...
not everyone can handle them...
and not everyone should have them.
In the early years I came home from work,
loaded sour practice calves in the
chute and tried to haze them as they came out, so
they would run straight... giving
my roper husband a chance to polish his
loop-throwing style. Without much luck.
More than once my 115 lb. frame was flattened by
a calf which viewed me as much
less threatening than a swinging rope.
Ropers must practice roping and tying down on
at least 15 or 20 head every night
they are not entered in a rodeo. (Usually many
more than that.) Once a set of calves
has been roped several times, they get bad about
ducking back to the left into the
corner of the arena, away from the rope that
snatches them head over heels and
slams them to the dirt. Part of my job was to
stand left of the chute and try to keep
the calf out of that corner and spook him
straight down the arena. Believe me, I got
really tired of being run over by rope-soured
calves.
The summer of 1971 saw several burglaries in
our rural area, and we decided we
needed a watch dog. Thinking that one of the
stock dog breeds could also help with
the calves and horses, we tried a Border Collie,
a Blue Heeler, and an Australian
Shepherd. The collie slashed the nosy yearlings'
nostrils, the shepherd ran and hid
every time I corrected him, and the heeler was
totally uncontrollable. None showed
any protective instincts.
While visiting a rancher friend, one of
several awkward looking half-grown pups
attached itself to me, yellow eyes fixed and
unwavering. Our friend said it was a CATAHOULA,
and insisted it would be the answer to our needs.
He also said it
was very unusual for this breed to take up with a
stranger, so obviously that dog
was meant to belong to me. Quite a sales pitch,
except that the pup was a gift! So
into the pickup he came, and upon the seat he
decided to ride. "Spud" leaned a full
80 lbs. into his decision, and I conceded the
shoving contest.
This ten month old pup had never worn a
collar, and taught me right away that any
CATAHOULA more than a few months old must be
broken to tie and lead just
like a horse, with respect. These dogs fight
restraint, and will hang themselves or
bite their handler if not leashbroken very
carefully.
For three days I took Spud to the arena and
tied him near the calf chute where he
could observe the action. The fourth day I forgot
to tie him. We started the calves
up the lane toward the chute, and Spud loaded
them. We let the first calf out, and
Spud broke with the calf and hazed it down the
arena until it was roped, running
alongside the calf's left shoulder. The same with
the second, the third, and all the
rest. Finally, we had a stock dog with a brain!
As a watch dog, Spud understood after one
introduction the neighbors were good
guys, but no stranger was allowed to leave a
vehicle unless we gave the word. His
deep baying bark and heavy rumbling growl,
reinforced by unblinking yellow eyes,
were seldom challenged.
So began my fascination with the CATAHOULA,
and these dogs have been one
of the passions of my life ever since.
