A Funny Thing Happened

After I Left The Dog Yard

Welcome to our mushers’ Hall of Hilarity! Below you’ll find a collection of stories straight from the dog yard—tales of triumph, chaos, and the occasional “oops” moment that proves even the best mushers have days that don’t go exactly as planned. From good laughs to not-so-good blunders and those “well, at least I learned something” moments, these stories remind us all that sometimes the journey is just as funny as the finish line.

For our Junior Mushers, these tales are more than just entertainment—they’re a treasure trove of lessons from the more experienced. By reading about the missteps and mishaps of seasoned mushers, beginners can pick up tips, avoid common mistakes, and gain the confidence to tackle the trail with their own team. Buckle up… it’s going to be a bumpy, giggle-filled, and educational ride!

Northern Pines Sled Dog Race, Iron River WI., NPSDR, sled dogs, dog mushing, snow sleds, mushing
Northern Pines Sled Dog Race, Iron River WI., NPSDR, sprint race, sled dogs, dog mushing, snow sleds, mushing

Frank Stone

Her name was Mandy. A very long legged and agile running machine. Mandy, like all animals, was in search of something very special.

She came to our kennel due to a mishap in the kitchen of her previous home. She was in the house when her owners left for a shopping trip to town. This was when Mandy decided to begin her search for that something special thing she knew was just outside the door. So she proceeded to dig her way out. When the owners returned home to find the linoleum floor at the back door was destroyed, is when her new journey to that something special began.

We took her into our kennel after seeing something very special in her. A willingness to please and be out front of the pack. She was a natural on our skijoring team. Mandy had finally found that something special feeling. The place that gave her (and us) a fuzzy warm feeling that all is right in the world.

Some Lifelong Suggestions:
1. New environments can transform challenges into opportunities.
2. Hidden talent emerges when we’re encouraged to explore.
3. Supportive environments help potential blossom into purpose.

Frank Stone &
The Burn Barrel

3 Morals of the Story:
“Good intentions don’t always earn man-points—sometimes they just melt the hardware.”

“Every musher learns the hard way”

“In mushing, clear communication isn’t just for the dogs”

In our household, we had a tidy little system to keep things organized. Any trash or discardable items were placed in a small plastic bag and set by the door. The next person heading outside would grab the bag and toss it into the burn barrel. Simple, efficient, and nearly foolproof.

Nearly.

One day, after a particularly muddy and messy dog training run, our son came home with the ten-dog gangline—completely soaked, tangled, and thoroughly “decorated” with what the dogs had generously left behind along the trail. Not wanting to deal with it immediately, he sealed the gangline in a plastic bag and left it by the door, intending to wash it later. A little while after, I passed through the entryway and spotted that same plastic bag sitting there. Without giving it a second thought—because I’m a helpful guy and, frankly, always looking to score a few “man points”—I grabbed the bag on my way out and tossed it straight into the burn barrel.

A few days later, it was time for another training run. The dogs were ready. The sled was ready. The harnesses were ready. But the gangline? Nowhere to be found. We searched high and low: the garage, the trailer, the back of the truck. After a good deal of head-scratching and muttered frustration, my son sheepishly recalled that he might have last put the gangline in a bag… right by the door.

That’s when it hit me.

I trudged out to the burn barrel with a shovel, poked through the ashes, and sure enough—there they were. A handful of metal dog snaps, blackened and twisted, all that remained of what used to be our ten-dog gangline. It was one of those moments when all you can do is laugh—mostly to keep from crying.

David, Birdie & Jordi Burge

  Riding in the Sledbag

PLAY THE SONG

David Burge

Back in 2023 we were getting ready to run our first mid distance race–the Beargrease 120. Our 4yr old daughter also decided she wanted to run the Cub Run. Logistics were a bit more daunting than they are these days but we got to the cub run with all the kids’ snowsuits and hats and mittens and dog harnesses and sled and etc. and were delighted not to have forgotten anything. Our 18 month old son was a bit hungry however, and what better place to have a snack on a windy winter day than his sister’s sledbag.
My wife Cristen rode behind Birdie on the sled for the race, and in the midst of miscommunication (or something like that), I (Dad) didn’t take Jordi out of the sled. He had fallen asleep nibbling on his cookie and before anyone knew it he was along for the ride! Birdie got 3rd place in the quarter mile, so I guess the dogs didn’t mind too much 🙂

Melissa Mendelson

Oh Kestrel, why you stopping’ the team!

PLAY THE SONG

Melissa Mendelson ATV and KestrelI had been dealing with a dog, Kestrel, who liked to stop suddenly and anchor down to poop on the run instead of just slowing down like the rest of the dogs. Since he was one of my lead dogs, this often resulted in tangles when he stopped faster than I could notice and stop the rest of the team from bunching over him. Well, during one training run last year, Kestrel had been demoted to wheel position (the position closest to the sled) because I thought, surely, he couldn’t stop the team and cause tangles from there.
We were training with the ATV, and we were at our furthest point away from my house. All of a sudden BAM, Kestrel anchors and he stops the EIGHT DOGS in front of him. I couldn’t react and hit the brakes on the ATV fast enough, and I ended up swerving to avoid him and the other wheel dog and running over the gangline with one of the front wheels. Just as quick as Kestrel stopped the team, the team jumped forward, snapping tension back on the gangline.
It was now wrapped around the axle of the ATV and there was no way to undo this with 10 dogs pulling on the gangline. So I had to take the shortest route home I could, at speed so the dogs wouldn’t pull on the axle too hard, turning a planned 35 mile run into a 14 mile run. All Kestrel had for me was a big smile and a tail wag.

Dog SledJohn Konecne

My first sled was one that I built myself. I bought some cheap pine lumber (started by cutting my own birch, but that was taking forever) that was on sale and thought I'd see if I could do it. It actually handled quite well and I was pretty proud of it! On one of our runs, I leaned in on a turn and the handle bar snapped off and I face planted in the snow. I then watched my team continue on without me. Fortunately, the trail ended at my house where my family was waiting for them and I only had about half a mile to run. This was the first and only time I have ever lost a team. It was also the last sled that I ever built.

Nicole FrekingNicole Freking



I was going out with 8 dogs on a 35 mile run. As I’m leaving the hook up yard, I hit a tree and loose my team. My dad and sister, Elena, catch my team and we continued on the run. About 15 miles into the run, we stop to give the dogs a break and then when we start to leave, I can’t get my snow hook out of the ground.

I kick it and get it out, but one of my feet is still on the ground and as the dogs take off my feet slip out from under me and I grab a hold of the handlebar, dragging behind the team. Luckily, Elena was behind me and came to the rescue, getting her team far enough in front of me to park them and get my team stopped.

Robin Fisher

 

A big black husky named Jake Junior saw us coming down the side of the dog truck putting booties on each paw. He crawled under the truck and tucked all four of his feet tightly under his belly where no one could get to them. When I came to him to do his booties, all I could do was laugh!

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I was running the short Beargrease Race one year  using a small wooden basket sled.   In the dark, mid trail,  my team ran over a deer rib cage.  The dogs got past it but it tangled squarely under my sled in front of the brakes.    The entire rib cage dragged into the trail and was a huge anchor to my race!   My attempts to get free of it failed.   I finally had to stop and hook down and flip the sled completely upside down to untangle that rib cage.  Wow, that was a tricky move!   I guess we thank the wolves for that one.

Robin Fisher

Melissa Mendelson

During deer hunting season last year, I had Kestrel,  one of my yearling leader-in-training dogs, in lead during a run. Some careless hunter had dumped an entire deer minus the antlers in the ditch next to the road and Kestrel beelined for it, excited as all heck to get a mid run meal. He tried to drag the whole team into the ditch, but thankfully my other leader got him back on track!

He has a history of pulling shenanigans - earlier that same season, Kestrel spotted a few swans out on a lake we pass every run. He started lunging and barking and trying to pull the team into the lake after the swans, but thankfully he wasn't in lead that day and none of the other dogs were having any of his shenanigans!

Melissa Mendelson at the Northern Pines Sled Dog Race

Frank Stone

It sounds like a beautiful scene! Alaskan huskies are well known for their ability to pull sleds through snowy terrain, and it's always amazing to watch them trotting down a trail. The snow-covered road winding through a pine tree forest with tall, snow-capped hills in the distance always makes for a stunning backdrop. The sled gliding across the snow leaves a noticeable trail behind it, and the quietness of the area would only be interrupted by the occasional sound of the huskies' barks or the whoosh of the sled moving along the snow hardened icy path. It’s an unforgettable experience to be a part of such a breathtaking and peaceful moment.

As the sun begins to set, the orange and pink hues of the sky creates a beautiful contrast against the white snow. The huskies' thick fur coats keep them and their companion warm in the chilly air, the sound of their paws crunching through the snow and the gentle wind in your face just adds to the serene atmosphere.

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Bob Lee

Dogs have a way of teaching their mushers lessons they will never forget!

In my first year of training my dog team, I had 5 experienced Eurohounds and two 10 month old puppies. Knowing next to nothing about training a team, I decided that the best way to introduce the puppies to the sport was to take them on a short run in harness with the rest of the team. I only had a 6 dog line so that meant taking one pup out at a time.

It was a sunny September day and with the first flawless run completed, I returned to the dog yard with all the confidence in the world that I was a natural (and of course so were my dogs). I had this hard working and very promising Eurohound team under control and responding to every gee, haw, and whoa. I pulled up along the dog yard fence and exchanged pups, never suspecting that this second run wouldn't go as smoothly as the first. I realized that I would have to turn this team around to take them out on the trail again with the other pup. With the commanding tone of an experienced general, I instructed my wife, Lori, to help turn the team around. I unhooked the gangline and had Lori hang on to the neck line while we redirected the team 180 degrees.

Bob Lees Racing Team

After a bit of stumbling and tripping and trying to keep up, we (my wife really) finally got the team pointed in the right direction. Now the ATV had to be turned around. I said to my devoted and unquestioning training partner, "Turn the ATV around. I'll hang onto the gangline and hook them up." As any experienced dog musher could have predicted, the moment the dogs heard the roar of the ATV motor, they took off with me hanging onto the gangline, being dragged (like a wild west scene) down the trail while yelling, "WHOA,WHOA, WHOA!" My wife, who is much smarter than me, knew to kill the engine immediately and join in the yelling of WHOA!!! The team came to a stop 30 yards or so later. Nothing hurt but my pride and my wife laughing hysterically, I learned a very valuable lesson, "NEVER hold onto a gangline of 6 Eurohounds!"

Ruby RamakerRuby Ramaker

On one of my first runs I forgot that I might need to use a little brake to control the team. Eventually both of my feet were knocked off of the runners, but I still hung on! My dad says I looked like superman driving a team of dogs.

Steph Love

Many years ago, when Richard was helping with a tour at Positive Energy Outdoors, he left with a 10 dog team out our back trail, which is notorious for its steep downhill and sharp left hand turn at the start with a number of tricky corners after that. I left out the front trail, and noticed Richard was running the tour with only one arm when we met up a few minutes later. Once we were close enough to talk on the trail, he said he'd hurt his arm leaving the yard, but he'd be be fine running the tour with one arm (15+ miles). When we got back into the dog yard, he took off his parka and pointed to his elbow. When I touched it, I realized his bicep muscle had detached from his shoulder and was now pooled at the bottom by his elbow! Of course Richard drove himself to the ER, and after a good rest, he was back to mushing again. I will never be as tough as Richard, and I will never stop laughing when I think of that story.

Amelia Gagliano

Not too far from here in Bayfield is the ice road to Madeline Island. Last year my mom had the fun idea to try and take some dog teams out to the island in March after our racing and touring season was over. On a beautiful day we brought two teams over, one of 8 for our two person sled and one of 4 for our other sled. Well, as it turns out the ice road is indeed pure ice, and our break points do nothing to slow or stop teams. This turned into quite an event with 8 strong dogs who are their peak conditioning.

Ruby RamakerTurning them around ended up being a nightmare on ice and by the end, I was lying on the ground watching 8 of our best dogs running away along the shore of Madeline Island and Lake Superior. Thankfully they eventually tangled and came back, but not for losing at least 10 years of my life due to stress and physical exertion trying to chase them in deep snow. There's more to this story, but the moral here is: if you ever want to run the ice road with a dog team, use less dogs!

Frank Stone

Jarred (JJ) had received a husky (Cody) from a very loving family that had trained the dog well. She would sit on command and do the other kinds of family related tricks. However, the dog was high energy and not really conducive to being an indoor dog. JJ took her in and Cody loved to run with our 4 dog and skijoring teams. She was such a natural, that he made her his lead dog.

During a 4 dog sprint race, a section of the trail came very close to the spectators. For some reason Cody decided to put on the brakes and stopped the team to get some well deserved “pats on the head” from the many spectators cheering for her. To say that JJ was a little upset would be a severe understatement. Cody was quickly demoted to a less important position on the team at our next race.

Time marches on and at another sprint race, Cody was taking on the lead position once again. This time however as a 3 dog skijoring leader. During the race the quick release had dislodged and the team started to run free down the trail with JJ left far behind. As the entire team was making tracks, JJ screamed out “CODY ---- SIT!” She did as commanded and stopped the team. After being reattached to the tug line, the entire team, even the musher, continued down the trail.

Jarred Stone JJWhat can be gained from such an event?

* What seems like a terrible event one day may look a little different in the future.

* Our pets do as they are taught. Put some good stuff on and the same will be returned.

* Always verify that your quick release is securely attached before you leave the chute!

Stephanie See - Weight Pull Chief Judge - NPSDRStephanie See

Enya’s nickname is “the Banshee” because she screams when she is excited. She is especially loud when she about to start a sled race or a weight pull.

Howard Thompson

Once, when training dogs, I was advising my friend to secure his dog team with 2 snub lines. Meanwhile, I heard two pops and saw my team disappear over the rise as they had broken both of my worn snub lines. The moral of the story is: take care of your own team before giving advice.

Claire Carpenter

In the January 2022 John Beargrease Cub Run I had just turned the first corner when one of my wheel dogs fell in the deep snow causing the whole team to tangle. It was a crazy mess. I tried my best but had to have help to untangle the team. That is not even the worst part, my wheel dog that had gotten us into the mess managed to slip out of the harness at the very end of the race with every body watching! Luckily he is a great dog and just ran to auntie Anna when he was called. It was a lot of trouble last year but in the end it made me a better musher.

Dawn Kerrigan

Last year was my first year ever on a sled, I had trained my dogs with the words left and right. Well I got an offer to run 4 of Buckys dogs, started out just fine, I saw an intersection coming up and realized I don't know which is which for gee and haw at this point. Yeehaa, works when in doubt, the dogs went the direction I was hoping to go.

Amelia Gagliano

While giving sled dog rides, people ALWAYS ask us if we've done the Iditarod and we laugh and say "Heck no! We like to sleep way too much!"

Casey Goedken

Last year I fell off and held on for half a mile before I could get back to sled.

Steve Goedken

The many wipe outs and see the dogs laughing at me and just saying what, it’s not our fault that you can’t stay upright. Yes, the musher and dogs can communicate and understand each other.

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Beating my son twice last year. I told him he needed to practice more but apparently teenagers know more than dads do.

Amanda Bartlett

I can say running dogs has allowed me to elbow a moose in the butt.

Linda Thompson

Jax is known to run over volunteers at numerous races and has ran back to the starting line by himself in the 2019 race.

Morgan Martens

During the Jr Iditarod, I encountered a moose and calf on the trail, experienced an earthquake, a winter storm that covered the trail with very deep snow and blew down 7 trees on the trail that I had to go over, and a very cold night camping with his dogs.

Derek Nechuta

I was on a training run and dropped a mitten out of reach with 2 miles left in the run. The snow wasn’t deep enough to really set the hook, and the dogs were standing patiently waiting to go. I stretched out and let go of the handlebars for a second and just like that, the sled and the dogs took off in the dark… I ran after the sled screaming in panic, I followed their tracks, they ended up blowing the turn back into the kennel and worry fell over me… I jumped on the quad and went down the trail.. I found them a few miles later, all resting and happy behind the nearest Tavern.

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