OntarioHunter
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Maybe drop by Windy Acres Kennel in Napolean, ND on your way back to MN. Got my French Britt from Phil. A great guy. He also owned my Lab's father. That little town has sure done well for me.Well, today was another big kick in the nuts. Went to a super cool BMA we named “@#)(# draw” on account of all the @#)(# pheasants in there.
I shot one bird in there after a 7.4 mile jaunt up, down and around every cut there was. Saw many... many birds 200 yards away due to the dog.
I couldn’t help but wonder what I could have done out here with my old bird dog. No sense thinking too hard on it cause my old bird dog is dead and we ain’t ever gonna drift around the high plains together.
I will come back here either with a few doe tags in my pocket, or with my own bird dog. Gotta marry my girlfriend before we got a dog together tho, so I guess that means it’s time to go ring shopping.
Doesn't the kid have an e-collar on that young dog?
Personally, though I love my little nine year-old Puppy to pieces, for hunting I prefer a "wiper" flushing dog that works close, especially this late in the year when snow is on the ground and public land roosters are spooky. A rangey pointing dog is pretty much a waste of time. Fr Britts are noted for working relatively close (for a pointing dog) but Puppy was still too far much of the time. Birds just won't hold by December. The last day we hunted she set me up beautifully for a rooster less than ten yards away between us. But that area is closed to hunting till after Dec 1st and it was clear from snow on the ground it had not been hunted by anyone this year. That was the only visual point in weeks (presumably she had several on point in thick stuff out of sight). Lab Ellie was able to give a few visual points of roosters over the last several weeks but only for a second or two before the bird flushed (though lots of hens were pointed and held ... and lots more didn't). They were usually close enough for a quick shot. She has always been a close working dog.
Sometimes I take for granted how fortunate I've been to have such remarkable dogs. When my brother was with me I took him to the "honey hole". I knew a grove of Russian olives would be full of pheasants every morning. The trick was to get close enough before they broke for the miles of cattails on the lake shore. I called Ellie in and we slowly approached the trees from the edge of the tulies. But it was hopeless. They could hear us in that damn crunchy snow and as soon as we stepped up on the dike seventy yards away the first wave of pheasants took off. Must have been a hundred or more in there. Wave after wave flushed over the next several minutes. We just stood and watched. And when I say "we" I mean the dog too. Never said a word to her and she stayed right by my side. Most other dogs would be off and running. Eventually Ellie and I got one retarded rooster working the cattail jungle. Mike never got a shot.
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