Last Saturday I took my 2 1/2 year old Wirehair, Duncan, out for a mixed bag of ducks in a swamp in the morning and upland in the afternoon. It's great when you get to watch them grow up and turn into what they are supposed to be.
Brought the ground stake along to keep him in one place. It was nice to find out that after a while he was happy to stay just where he was, overlooking the decoys and my hunting partners.
The first pair of Woodies came in and we dropped both. He picked up the one in the decoys and I got the other. Last year he wanted to "help" with the decoys too
. This time just a bird to the hand.
We waited a bit longer. Another pair came through and we took one more which he fished out of the duckweed. Easy retrieves, but last year he wouldn't pick up a duck so this was good progress.
After picking up our gear and stopping for breakfast at 9, we hit another local spot that the state stocks with pheasants. It had been hunted fairly hard but at the very least it was a good place to work the dog.
A half hour into wondering if the birds had just been pressured too much, he dropped into a beautiful point; left paw up, tail straight out. A few feet in front, under a sticker bush, was a cockbird trying to become one with the ground. I pushed it out, the dog put it up and a friend dropped it. A retrieve would have been nice but it was in the clear and we were happy with the bird.
A bit later after some walking, we were thinking that the first bird was just unlucky, but he locked up again about 30 yards out.
Another bird? This was just too good.
Actually it was.
The bird popped and the large brown dog dove into the tangle after it. As if I was upset with the lack of a retrieve on the last bird, he came out to present me with a partially alive (but fortunately intact) male pheasant. I gave him the stern tone that he was probably expecting (because there was no gunshot). He dropped the bird in my hand and I told him to sit.
One of my shooting partners had brought his young chocolate lab with him that morning so that it might get an intro to upland. I tossed the bird, he fired a shot, and his dog made the retrieve.
Duncan got the idea
After that, the lab got the idea and it started making game. Maybe another flushing lab in progress.
By one we had finished for the day and I was left with a very tired pointer dog.
I couldn't have been happier.
Tom
Duncan with is first goose taken last year in Hempstead Harbor, Long Island NY