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10-21-2005, 02:38 AM
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The ole boy still has it.
Me and the boy went out yesterday - and for being prit near 10 yrs old - He did dam good. Put up 5 cock birds and we got our limit of two. Hunted a couple of brush lots that two other guys had just been thru with their dogs they and told me I shouldn't bother - we just hunted thru there.
Needless to say - after the fith bird flew - I see them boys headed back our way. My old boy still has good eyes, nose and ears - but after a good day of hunting - his ole joints will be hurting. Back at home - he gets a full belly and an asprin then its nappy time by the wood stove.
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10-21-2005, 12:00 PM
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What MT said, plus I wish I could see 5 pheasants in a day that aren't on a hunting preserve. Seeing five wild colored pheasants is unheard of around here.
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The pond, waterfowl, and yellow labs...it don't get any better.
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10-22-2005, 09:03 AM
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Wonderful story and a mighty nice pic...esp that there double...a Stevens? I just love doubles.
The pheasant population is only in the mtns here, so my pointer got slighted on that..esp when she hunted em in Michigan and other places. Now it's back to the quail fer her and even those are rare. Bless her heart tho...cause she finds ways to bide her time. She points dove, woodcock and the occasional rail. Sometimes I'll take her squirrel huntin and she'll run them up the tree fer me and barks till I git there. She is a very classy dog with a wonderful temperment. Caint git her to walk on the right tho..the dern dog always gits to the left of me and I gotta tell her to "go right"  She came out of field trial dogs and I didnt want want her to run 3000 yards out thinkin I was ridin on a dern horse er somethin. Round here, the woods are thick, large fields are few...so she learned suprisingly fast that I aint want her to run to the next county. When we went to Michigan huntin the pheasant..that's all there was...so she had to do some serious thinkin. Was funny as all git out watchin her figure things out. Sides..she was still thinkin she was posed to hunt quail..she aint never heared tell of such a thing as a pheasant. So she would run as fast as she could down the middle of the open field (if it was cut..if it was thick she'd work it) and she'd hit the fencerows and work the bird back up to me. When she hit her first pheasant she ignored it as a trash bird. Then she heard the boom boom and then it clicked and she started pointin em. She learned to keep em grounded and was a pheasant machine after that. I aint a huge bird hunter..so I feel almost ashamed that the dog could go soooo much further and it seems that I only hold her back. But I know this..she is truly loved by the whole family..and she sure aint git shorted in that department. Dave, I know the feelin bout old dogs and huntin em..I got 2 now white-face beagles..bless their hearts..that despite the fact that their bodies wont let em..their spirit sure makes em. They will hunt this year regardless..Scooter at 13 and Chief at 9. Bless all the old huntin dogs in the world...imagine the stories they could tell iffin they could talk.
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10-25-2005, 01:30 AM
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Thanks guys - next time I'm gonna try and get some action shots on the retrieve. How about seeing some pics of your pooches?
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