Sounds like he’s going to be a good one Smokey!
My hunting partner showed up with two giant one year old shorthair pups a few years back when we were heading to west Tx. An old man owed him a pup and told him to take the pups out and decide which one he wanted. The old man raised these dogs on a chain staked out next to barrels. Both were wild and hadn’t had human hands on them very often or been in a kennel. My Buddy wanted me to pick which one I liked the best and train him and we’d be partners on the pup.
These dogs had never been run or knew anything, but were well bred. One would sniff out a dead bird, gently pick it up and carry it around until I pulled him to me with the check cord. That’s the one I picked. We had a few beers and decided it would be a good idea to let him run on a check cord to see how he moved. We ended up chasing that mutt with the mule all over crane county and at one point down the blacktop before we could grab the line.
This dog was CRAZY in the kennel and would do back flips when the water hose was used. He also tried to bolt on every time the kennel was opened.
I felt sorry for him and tried to baby him for three weeks and get him used to people and the kennel. He wasn’t getting anywhere like that. He acted like a trapped coyote. I did have him here broke and collar conditioned if you used enough juice. When I was out of town he ran over my wife when she was feeding him and hurt her. A neighbor found him the next day.
When I got back into town I had a new plan. I caught him when he tried to bolt out of the kennel and in about 10 minutes I had him convinced he didn’t ever want to come out of that kennel until I told him to. He progressed quickly after that. I don’t think he was ever really scared he was just an ashole. Suddenly the water hose didn’t bother him either and he didn’t need as much juice on the collar. He turned out great and last year my buddy and I shot a ton of bird over him in south Tx. He is also a friend dog. We laughed that he was the same dog we had chased down the road the year before when he was sitting there with his big old head in my lap. Every dog is different and I don’t think he would have ever come around if I hadn’t gotten old school with him.