Native Hunter
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LOL doc, yes that pic was taken at my son's place in the city. He says that dog across the fence spends the whole day running from hole to hole watching his Rottie. I guess a city dog's life is pretty boring.
Let's see your bird dog....
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LOL doc, yes that pic was taken at my son's place in the city. He says that dog across the fence spends the whole day running from hole to hole watching his Rottie. I guess a city dog's life is pretty boring.
Sam
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Nice buck and pup!!
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Sean98
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My bird "dog"?? As in just one?? Surely you can't be serious!!??
My Old Man, TheDuck is turning 11 in October. In the last 4 years we've been through a busted knee and TPLO surgery, then quite the cancer scare/chemo this past year. His more active days are behind him but he and I have had a helluva lot of fun over the years...
From this little guy in the winter of 2005
He's grown into a helluva bird dog. We've hunted at home in Kansas as well as Texas, Oklahoma, Colorado, Missouri, Iowa, Minnesota, North Dakota, South Dakota, Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah, Idaho and Montana over the years.
Throughout it all, dove, ducks, geese, cranes, pheasant, chickens, sharpies, ruffs, blues, spruce, huns, valley quail, chukar, you name it... his favorite remains and will always be bobwhite quail though. Because he's a gentleman.
Through it all he's been my best friend, a good roommate, and an understanding and oh so patient big brother.
My Old Man, TheDuck is turning 11 in October. In the last 4 years we've been through a busted knee and TPLO surgery, then quite the cancer scare/chemo this past year. His more active days are behind him but he and I have had a helluva lot of fun over the years...
From this little guy in the winter of 2005
He's grown into a helluva bird dog. We've hunted at home in Kansas as well as Texas, Oklahoma, Colorado, Missouri, Iowa, Minnesota, North Dakota, South Dakota, Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah, Idaho and Montana over the years.
Throughout it all, dove, ducks, geese, cranes, pheasant, chickens, sharpies, ruffs, blues, spruce, huns, valley quail, chukar, you name it... his favorite remains and will always be bobwhite quail though. Because he's a gentleman.
Through it all he's been my best friend, a good roommate, and an understanding and oh so patient big brother.
Sean98
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Fred, my little girl dog, is in her prime, turning 4 just a week ago. She's a machine with no quit in her. 42 pounds of fireball going under/over/through fences, into hedgerows with reckless abandon and will chase down a cripple if she has to run to the next state to do so. She'll leave the retrieving to those bigger slow dogs if they're afield with us, but otherwise she'll bring 'em back to Dad if he demands it.
From Day 1 she ruled the house and we all knew it. 4 years later, and 30-40 pounds lighter than her brothers, nothing has really changed. She is my little Alpha Dog.
Like always I put my dogs on the ground WAY too early, and at 4 months she was no exception. She did really well for 2 fields until in the middle of a full section of stripper headed wheat she decided she was tired and laid down to take a nap. Took me almost 2 hours of sheer panic to find her.
She's got more patience that I would expect from a field dog and has taken well to dove and early teal, but she doesn't carry enough weight to brave the icy water or heavy current of our late season duck hunting, and despite her best efforts she can't carry a big Canada.
But put her in a field, or even the north woods, and watch out.
With dove season just around the corner, she has already volunteered to work all of our youth/mentor hunts to ensure that we don't lose any downed birds. She's just counting the days until September 1...
From Day 1 she ruled the house and we all knew it. 4 years later, and 30-40 pounds lighter than her brothers, nothing has really changed. She is my little Alpha Dog.
Like always I put my dogs on the ground WAY too early, and at 4 months she was no exception. She did really well for 2 fields until in the middle of a full section of stripper headed wheat she decided she was tired and laid down to take a nap. Took me almost 2 hours of sheer panic to find her.
She's got more patience that I would expect from a field dog and has taken well to dove and early teal, but she doesn't carry enough weight to brave the icy water or heavy current of our late season duck hunting, and despite her best efforts she can't carry a big Canada.
But put her in a field, or even the north woods, and watch out.
With dove season just around the corner, she has already volunteered to work all of our youth/mentor hunts to ensure that we don't lose any downed birds. She's just counting the days until September 1...
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Sean98
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...and the baby of our group, Puppy Charlie, although not quite a puppy any more at 18 months. Our first purebred in a house full of mutts, we've managed to break his royal upbringing and drag him down into the gutter and humble him somewhat.
On his maiden voyage to his new home we already decided he was going to be pretty chill...
But BOY were we WRONG.
Nonetheless, he showed some early promise, and dove season seemed to be going well
But in typical family fashion, he stuck his nose (or in this case his paw) somewhere it didn't belong and at 7 months old we found ourselves in an emergency race to the hospital after an encounter with a timber rattler.
Less than 5 days later, he was on his first chicken hunt in the Smoky Hills of Kansas. ...and he decided he liked it.
so of course I promptly load him up, and toss him headlong into the north woods of Minnesota. Ruffed grouse, timber doodles, and spruce grouse beware!
but I'm a plains guy, so after a week in the trees we needed to get back to the grasslands. Look out South Dakota!
We even put him to work breaking ice and retrieving a few ducks before his first birthday.
but just like me, in his heart he'll always be an upland guy.
On his maiden voyage to his new home we already decided he was going to be pretty chill...
But BOY were we WRONG.
Nonetheless, he showed some early promise, and dove season seemed to be going well
But in typical family fashion, he stuck his nose (or in this case his paw) somewhere it didn't belong and at 7 months old we found ourselves in an emergency race to the hospital after an encounter with a timber rattler.
Less than 5 days later, he was on his first chicken hunt in the Smoky Hills of Kansas. ...and he decided he liked it.
so of course I promptly load him up, and toss him headlong into the north woods of Minnesota. Ruffed grouse, timber doodles, and spruce grouse beware!
but I'm a plains guy, so after a week in the trees we needed to get back to the grasslands. Look out South Dakota!
We even put him to work breaking ice and retrieving a few ducks before his first birthday.
but just like me, in his heart he'll always be an upland guy.
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Jeff H
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Not a chance Sean!! Your dedication to those dogs really shows. I'd bet there are many here who wish they had the same emotional investment with their dogs as you do with yours. I know I do.
Wonderful pictures Sir.. carry on.
Sean98
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That dude is a TANK!
This is Bullet. Future tracker and bird dog, He's 4 months old and growing fast.
Turkey Creek
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This is Bullet. Future tracker and bird dog, He's 4 months old and growing fast.
Is he a cross between a choclate lab and GSP?
Maggie is a dog I owned years ago, and she's an interesting story. I'd owned hunting Basset Hounds in my youth and they were used to hunt under heavy cover and flush pheasants and run rabbits where a taller dog couldn't go. In fact one of my Basset Hounds, Chloe, chased a wing shot pheasant a half mile and disappeared underneath a snow covered ditch and ran under the snow to catch it. Chloe was a special dog and earned a good reputation in my small Iowa town, and there would never be another Chloe!
Several years later I bought another Basset Hound, in hopes of having another dog like Chloe. The Superintendent of Schools in Stevens Point, WI advertised a litter of Basset Hound puppies, he bred from his male and female, but I recall that his neighbor had a bird dog. We bought a female and named her Maggie. Maggie looked just like every other Basset Hound I ever owned, except she grew long hair??? Maggie was about six months old when I was hunting Snowshoe Hares with her in Northern WI and she found a bear den, tucked her tail and ran back to me. Not knowing that the hole Maggie found was a bear den, I walked over, peeked inside, and a bear looked back at me from arms length!!! A buddy of mine wanted to see the bear and she had fallen back asleep, but three little cubs looked back at us!
I joined the Marines and left Maggie at my In-laws, who lived on 20 acres in Iowa, where Maggie had the run of the place, which was loaded with rabbits. Following Basic Training and MOS school I returned home on leave, excited to see Maggie hunt rabbits. I went to an area that had prime rabbit cover and the snow was packed with rabbit tracks, but Maggie showed no interest in trailing rabbits... I couldn't believe it! I was disgusted and disappointed that Maggie appeared to be nothing more than a house dog..... and then she pointed!!! Naw, no way!!! It was a perfect point, tail straight out, front leg lifted and Maggie frozen, but Basset Hounds don't point, so I walked right into a covey of Quail!!!
Obviously Maggie's father was the neighbor's bird dog, and so I had Maggie the pointing Basset Hound. This is Maggie after a day in the field, with the birds she pointed. Three Pheasants, seven Quail, and a rabbit I kicked up.
Maggie was quite a clown, and she knew how to beg. Here her feathering is clear to see.
I'd never owned a mutt before, and Maggie had AKC papers, but Maggie was a mutt with the nose of a hound and the heart of a bird dog. Maggie never chased a rabbit in her life!
Several years later I bought another Basset Hound, in hopes of having another dog like Chloe. The Superintendent of Schools in Stevens Point, WI advertised a litter of Basset Hound puppies, he bred from his male and female, but I recall that his neighbor had a bird dog. We bought a female and named her Maggie. Maggie looked just like every other Basset Hound I ever owned, except she grew long hair??? Maggie was about six months old when I was hunting Snowshoe Hares with her in Northern WI and she found a bear den, tucked her tail and ran back to me. Not knowing that the hole Maggie found was a bear den, I walked over, peeked inside, and a bear looked back at me from arms length!!! A buddy of mine wanted to see the bear and she had fallen back asleep, but three little cubs looked back at us!
I joined the Marines and left Maggie at my In-laws, who lived on 20 acres in Iowa, where Maggie had the run of the place, which was loaded with rabbits. Following Basic Training and MOS school I returned home on leave, excited to see Maggie hunt rabbits. I went to an area that had prime rabbit cover and the snow was packed with rabbit tracks, but Maggie showed no interest in trailing rabbits... I couldn't believe it! I was disgusted and disappointed that Maggie appeared to be nothing more than a house dog..... and then she pointed!!! Naw, no way!!! It was a perfect point, tail straight out, front leg lifted and Maggie frozen, but Basset Hounds don't point, so I walked right into a covey of Quail!!!
Obviously Maggie's father was the neighbor's bird dog, and so I had Maggie the pointing Basset Hound. This is Maggie after a day in the field, with the birds she pointed. Three Pheasants, seven Quail, and a rabbit I kicked up.
Maggie was quite a clown, and she knew how to beg. Here her feathering is clear to see.
I'd never owned a mutt before, and Maggie had AKC papers, but Maggie was a mutt with the nose of a hound and the heart of a bird dog. Maggie never chased a rabbit in her life!
