The yellow dog is now 6 1/2, and past her prime. That being said, she's still a very good pheasant dog, and unless I find a way to get her out, I'm just wasting precious time. Therefore, I took her out to a local game farm to get us both some much needed time afield.
Here are a couple of shots from the time out. The first one is with her working a bird, and acting "birdy." Check out how that tail is moving:
The next one is of her on point. Actually, it is at the end of her being on point. By the time I got my phone out, unlocked, brought the camera up, turned the video on and stated rolling film, she was losing her patience with me.
And, with all of that non-hunting activity, I was hoping I'd just be able to drop my phone, shoulder my gun, and make the shot. Unfortunately, it was a flat miss.
Despite that bird getting away, we were able to harvest nearly all we had set out, as evidenced by this:
Despite that bird getting away, we were able to harvest nearly all we had set out, as evidenced by this:
The boudin was just a little appetizer.
Perhaps not hunting in the purest sense, but the dog got darned tired, I was stiff in the morning, and my wife raved about dinner. I'd say that was a mission accomplished.
Perhaps not hunting in the purest sense, but the dog got darned tired, I was stiff in the morning, and my wife raved about dinner. I'd say that was a mission accomplished.
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