Saturday, February 27, 2010

The Rest Break


The men of my Sunday School class had a little bird shoot yesterday.  Old Bo made an hour run with me and pointed about 15 birds with retrieves. It was a good run for the old man and now he's shown resting in the warm sun.  It sure looks nice and comfortable there!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Fun Day

Tomorrow, the boys and I are heading down to Plains, GA (yep, the very same place that Jimmy Carter calls home) to put out some birds and run a few dogs.  This should be a great time for some fellowship.  There should be 8-10 guys there and we'll have Glen's 2 Brits and also another Brit from a friend I know.  The guy that owns the farm plans to release a few hundred birds and we'll have all day to hunt and have a good time.  The weather should be super- with sunshine and a high of high 40's.  Update to follow......

Sunday, February 21, 2010

It's A Sign

Positioned prominently over my desk at work is a small sign that reads "Lord, let me be the man my dog thinks I am!".  Oftentimes, when I'm hunting or training or just messing around with one of the boys, I realize that the bond that I have, while not necessarily created, nurtured or strengthened, is indeed a powerful thing.  They may act full of themselves and think of themselves as big, tough wolves out in the field, but when the you-know-what hits the fan, they usually come flying back home to daddy!  I remember hunting the "Noll Ditch" in North Dakota one beautiful October afternoon. Ace was working some scrub oaks on the slope leading down to the small creek.  We had two pheasant in the bag already and he was definitely interested in that clump of twigs and grass.  Suddenly, I heard a snarl and a quick nasty growl from Ace- and then the afternoon quiet was shattered with a fight to the death (or so it sounded and I thought)!  I yelled to Ace to get out of there and ran in with my gun ready to shoot the lion, boar, tiger or monster he'd cornered.  The commotion stopped and Ace came flying out of the brush- eyes wide, tongue out and acting like a bear was right on his stubby tail.  He ran up to me, flew around to the back and stuck his head between my legs- "Go get him, Boss.  He's right there!"  he yelled. Out the other side of the brush pile and up the side of the ravine flew the biggest, widest, snarling-est Badger I'd ever seen. I let him go. I checked the dog over and found no bites or rips, but I did sense a pretty hefty sigh of relief as I ran my hands over him.  I realized that, to him, I was his world and safe place all in one.  Pretty big responsibility.  So, yeah, I hope I can be some of what he thinks I am......

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Weather Changing

Sixty degrees!  That will be the high this weekend in Zebulon, my home in the local paradise about fifty years south of Atlanta, GA.  In my work as a Real Estate Agent, I've been bundling up in hunting clothes to show and inspect property.  You'd be amazed at the dual purpose I can put my bird hunting clothes to- rain and cold, lately, snow and cold don't slow me down at all! 

But sixty degrees!  It'll be time to put the muscadines in the ground for that new grape arbor I've been working on and spraying the bulb beds and lawn with pre-emergent to keep the weed seeds blown in from the pasture from germinating.  There's fence-mending, tree pruning, pool cleaning, flower bed preparation and an entire laundry list of chores the old ball and chain has for me.  I'm about worn out already........that sixty degrees doesn't sound so good any more.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A Pitiful Sight This Time of Year! The "DBD"

I know this is a common sight around bird dog homes this time of year, but it still is hard to take.  I wonder if the pundits in D.C. will take the time to consider the disenfranchisement of the bird dog at the end of hunting season.  I'm sure an appropriate response would be to allot perhaps 1% of the next Great Stimulous Package to homes with Disenfranchised Bird Dogs (DBD).  I figure 1% of a $ Billion spread over a few thousand homes would just about end the recession and the depression for the DBD (and the DBD's owners).  Write your congressman/woman/person and let's end this injustice right now!

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Field Trialing- Bandit goes NSTRA

This is Glen, a hunting friend, and Bandit, my dog Ace's male pup.  Bandit, not quite two, took to the NSTRA fields this weekend and tore them up.  He was fast, accurate, staunch and biddable.  And, after all that bragging, he had a Fourth place finish on Saturday and Third place finish on Sunday- thereby qualifying for the Georgia Regional Championships in March.  (I am loathe to add, that if his handler (me) could shoot a little better, Bandit would have been in 2nd!)  I do like the NSTRA format since, to me, it most closely, of all the formats, resembles bird hunting.  However, my big disclaimer is that it is a GAME, with rules and innuendos.  It is a rare dog that can swap back and forth with any measure of success.  My Ace dog has been able to do that and it looks like his pups are inheriting the ability to do it, too. Congratulations, Bandit and Glen!  I am sure glad I own half of that dog, so I don't have to compete against him!

Thursday, February 11, 2010

49 Days- Fact or Myth (or a little of both)

Right off the bat, I would like to thank Karen Thomason for this information.  She commented on my last posting concerning names, etc.  In the discussion, I mentioned how I pick up my dogs on the 49th day after birth.  In fact, I got that datum from a Richard Wolters book 20+ years ago.  Since then, I've seen no reason to doubt the veracity of the information, but I have always wondered about it and why he was so explicit in the EXACT day.  Karen's link to a study in 1994 is an answer to many questions about dog development, growth and how to enable them to reach their maximum potential. 

http://www.calibertollers.com/49daymyth.htm

This is interesting reading for dog men and women and answers a lot of questions.  Enjoy!

Friday, February 5, 2010

Names

Nutrition, training, care, grooming- all these are important in caring for a pup.  But, the one I have the most difficulty with is the name.  For example, the field name of the dog pictured is Bo.  He's one of the best I'll ever have for just pure bird-finding (shown on a Ruffed Grouse in Wisconsin).  I thought Bo would be a great field name; it's short, easy to say, even with the volume turned up, and it has a long history of fine dogs attached to it.  It wasn't until I was well along in the process that I realized "Bo" sounded a lot like "Whoa".  (I know it's pretty obvious when I say it like that, however.)  Bocephus managed to not let me screw him up too much and went on to be a fine dog, but the problem arose when I ran him with other dogs- especially field trial dogs around here.  All of whom seem to to be trained to the "whoa" command.

   Now that I have the prospect of another pup arrival in the near future, I'm back to the name quandary.  Certainly, her full name will commence with "Flyboy", my kennel name.  The rest will be some flowery language used to distinguish her from all the other thousands of registered  pups.  The meat of the matter is- what will be her "call name"?  What will I say and others hear when I address her?  Many times, her full name will give a clue to the call name, e.g., Julia's Flyboy Ace and "Ace", or Julia's Bocephus and "Bo", or (my favorite) Sally's Bud Dog and "Bud".  But, sometimes, the full name will give no clues to the field name, AFC/DC Sanctimonious Rabble Rouser Woofing Shagman and "Spot".  Then there is a field name that has nothing to do with anything other than it's just a favorite or reminds the owner of something.  For example, I was hunting in AZ one year and came upon an old fellow parked in a draw north of Globe.  We shared some time out from hunting.  He said he named his last dog after his ex.  "Yes-sir, I call her (name withheld, starts with a "b")!" I had to admit it was short and easy to yell.....

    So, my wife and I came up with a few names for our as-yet-unborn pup.  We are leaning toward "Flyboy Ruby Deux" in honor of the best bird dog I may ever own (Randy's Rednecked Ruby S/F- see below).  The problem is, I don't want to use the same field name- Ruby. 

  I think bold field names are best and derogatory names are very poor.  Buck, Joe, Ace, Lily, and Sam are examples of great field names for bird dogs.  Snot, Jerk, Sloppy, and Dufus all may fill the requirements, but .......  I'm a believer that names mean a lot.  Probably, because I think we humans treat others to some extent differently due to their names.  So, whatever we decide to do, we'll keep working to get her a short, easy to say, bold name that will describe her, to some extent.  Although, it's a good bet we may revert, at times, to a name similar to my AZ friend's dog.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Another Great Product

Hunting: Columbia Ptarmigan II Parka

My sense is that most folks following this blog are experienced hunters.  There may be some out there looking for some advice or ideas about the sport.  For them, I recommend items I am using or have used.  This jacket is new to me, but I really like it.  Lots of orange, big pockets and wind and rain resistance.  I'm even shown in some photos here in the thing. Generally, I look for wool sweaters, viyella (wool and cotton blend) shirts and turtlenecks and stuff like that.  I'm pretty much off the synthetics for most uses, just through personal experience.  One other critical item is gloves. Orvis has a pair made of deerskin, unlined and about $48.  They last about 3 years of hard hunting.  http://www.orvis.com/

See pictures above for both products in use.....

Horseback Trial

Well, this ought to be an interesting event!  Tomorrow, my good friend invited me to be his "scout" for a horseback trial his Brittany is running.  The horse thing doesn't bother me much- I'm no Lone Ranger, but I think I can manage to stay in the saddle.  The problem is the weather tomorrow- high in the 30's and rain.  Then later it will get bad...

So, I'll be Tonto for an hour or two.  Actually, BJ and I have pondered, many a time, going up to Grand Junction, TN to ride in the gallery one weekday.  This little excursion may disabuse me of that notion- or not.  We'll see.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Good Reading

Read this book.  Amazingly, when I got into it, I realized he and I hunt the same areas.  I, too, am back to being a Brittany man, after years of setters.  I am close to the one to two month oddessy, being only held back by an outdated allegience to work.   Perhaps next year. This is a good one. 

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Back to the Field Trial World


A tough time of year for me and the dogs!  The hunting is done.....and now we need to get back in to the NSTRA game.  Ace is ready and so is his son, Bandit.  We are arranging for some practice birds to get them dialed in to the pen raised bird thing and also to work the obedience required in field trials, but neglected or ignored in the field. I really enjoy a day at the grounds with like-minded men and women, but, I gotta say, don't give me the choice between a day in the field or a week of field trialing.  You know where I'll be.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Cool Stuff For Reading and Wearing (Recommended)
















A Comfortable Range - When I started reading this book, I knew exactly what this guy felt. Then, I thought it was too lightweight. After finishing it, I realize he captured the essence of the concern a dog man has for his buddy. It's a tremendous responsibility to take care of an animal that thinks of you as a god. (Dog spelled backwards.)

A good read.

After Action Report



We had a good week in New Mexico.  Specific areas to be unnamed, however, the Sand Dunes area of NM in the South East corner of the state is where we hunted.  Some lessons learned from our one week and also from the other years I've hunted here follow:

1.) Put dog boots on your dog every day.  Once they hurt their feet, you are playing catch up for the rest of the trip.  My favorites are the Lewis Boot. They are not cheap, but they are excellent insurance that you will have a dog's nose helping you hunt blue quail.  Depending on the dogs you have, you may have just cut your trip short.  When you are out of dog, you are done.
2.) Carry a lot more water than you think is necessary.  Same warning about the dogs.  They drink a lot.  I use my hat as a bowl, but on cold days that can be problematic.  The big chain pet stores carry collapsible bowls that fit in to your vest, and that works great.  We stop and buy boxes of plastic water bottles for the dogs and never carry less than two each. Water is critical. I also put my water bucket next to the truck and leave it there when we make our cast.  The dogs learn that and know they can get water there, if I'm too boneheaded to give them enough. 
3.) Shoot the right shell.  I shoot at 20 ga. double with high brass 6's.  (Yeah, I know "high brass" don't mean nothin', but you know what I mean!)  These are tough birds and a far cry from those pen-raised quail you work your dogs on.  7 1/2's won't cut it here and these birds will run like a pheasant with a broken wing, if you just wound them.  Don't feed the foxes- kill them dead with 6's. 
4.) Wear the right clothes.  You will walk through sand, cactus, wind, sandspurs, mesquite thorns, heat, cold, wind, sun, glare, wind, rain and wind.  Up top, most bird hunters have their favorite vest or jacket etc.  Pants can be critical here.  The first time you get a cactus slap on your knee, you'll know what I mean.  Protect your legs.  I took my favorite Cabela's briar buster pants and they didn't do the job- stuff went right through them.  I ended up back with the old standby- jeans and chaps.  My recommendation is to go with the best and don't scrimp to save a penny- get Filson Double Tin chaps.  They are nuclear protection against everything, they are very comfortable (trust me on this one- they will form themselves to you) and they last- I've had mine since 1993 (with a few patches from barbed wire). I also have Double Tin Pants, but don't wear them much, anymore- I gravitated to the jeans and chaps thing.
5.)  Buy and use a Garmin Astro.  Listen, I know all about training gun dogs and trial dogs and yard dogs.  And I know what a perfect bird dog is supposed to do.  If you are a purist and hunt your dog with no locating device, I admire you.  I, too, dislike the beepers and cowbells, the whistles and horns and all that distraction.  The Astro cuts all that down to zero.  You can finally hear and enjoy where you are.  On that 300 yd. cast your dog makes, if you want to, you can watch him and see him turn back to you. If he strikes a covey in the coulee over the hill, you can head over there without the angst of not knowing where he is, as well as not having a beeper push the birds out of the area.  (Yes,these birds will vacate the premises, post haste, when you turn that beeper on.)  Another feature, I really like is the download feature that lets you put the tracks into your computer at the end of the day.  For example, it showed me where we missed a spot in our coverage of an area- when we hit it the next day, we found 3 coveys! Ease your mind- enjoy your trip more- get the Astro.


6.) Call the DNR and get an update of the quail forecast and best areas.  Glean every bit of information you can from them.  Call the DNR game biologist in the area you want to hunt, ask him if he is a bird hunter (if not, be respectful and call another one), call the Chamber of Commerce and ask about local bird hunting celebrities (small towns know these things).  In short, get as much info as you can before you ever set foot in the area.  I have plenty of time to waste- you probably don't.  Do your homework.
7.) Gloves- wear them, even when it's hot outside.  Boots- DO NOT scrimp on good boots.  You ain't hunting in running shoes here, my good friend.
8.)  This trip was hard work.  The dogs got tired and a few are limping due to my ignorance (see dog boots, above).  We found 4-6 coveys per day and walked 6-10 miles per day.  The dogs ran 20-30 miles per day (as per the Garmin- cool, huh?).  In a good year, that number of coveys will be 15+.  This isn't one of those years. Glen, shown above, was on his initial trip and I'm glad he saw this type of hunt.  He will forevermore appreciate a good quail day with 10+ coveys. 

Note:  I'm telling you my personal experience with products I use.  Some good, some bad.   If you disagree with my assessment, I certainly can understand that I might have missed something.  Email me or send a comment. 

Friday, January 15, 2010



Yesterday was a little warm for bird hunting, about 60 degrees.  Around here, some locals won't hunt over 60 for fear of snakes.  We decided to continue, but would knock off if it got any warmer. It was a great decision since the dog work was outstanding and we got into an area of little pressure and lots of birds- Porky Flats, it's now called.  Glen's little Brit, Daisy, really put the boys to shame!  She found several coveys and singles.  It seems like just as soon as we would finish on one bird, we'd hear her beeper again!  All the dogs need a good day to show off- her's was yesterday.

Possible snow today in the area.  That would be super for us.  The increased humidity and ability to discern new tracks will help us find good areas.  This is our last day and we'll be heading out after today's hunt.  We hope to make it a little ways down the road to ease the driving on Saturday.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Porky Flats


This is one hard working dog.  We named this area Porky Flats, for the porcupines we've been finding up here.  It was warm today, and when I found this puddle near an old roundup pen, I called Ace over for a siesta.  The boots were necessary for the sand spurs and cactus around the area. 



Ace, Daisy (the mama), and Bandit (the son) have the poor single Blue Quail mostly surrounded. 



Here we are taking a break in the cast for the day. 

THE best breakfast in Carlsbad NM

But only if you want fast, good and cheap (err, less expensive, I mean.).

Porcupine Day

We found the "Porcupine Flats" when Bo took off and I found him locked down on a covey. Yesterday we went back and had shooting all day. Three, at least, porcupines inhabit the area, and all were pointed by various dogs. Ace came back with quills in the side of his face after he leapt a shrub and encountered a big, mad Daddy Porcupine. The neat thing is that he considered it an inconvenience to stop and get them pulled out- he's a tough sucker. Lots of birds in this area- about 10 square miles- so we'll hit it again today.
We even had an oil field worker stop us and say "Hey, there's a huge covey hangs out over there!". He was right.

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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The Honey Hole



Every once in a while, just when you think the situation has gone to hell in a handbasket, it turns out to be a really good thing.  Today, I put Bo on the ground and started walking through the grass and sage, talking to my hunting partners.  Casually, Bo starts out in a straight line and just keeps going!  I watch him go out of sight over a hill, and then he's gone.  I tell my buddies to wait at the truck and I take out after the old guy.  I didn't want a repeat of 2 years ago, when Bo was gone for 5 days!  He stayed 700 yds ahead of me for 2 miles and finally went on point, so I could catch him.  I was so mad, I would have givien him away on the spot!  But I walked in front of him and a huge covey got up and I dropped 2 birds.  Then, on the way back to the truck, we got up 2 more coveys.  I couldn't get back too fast.  I yelled to the guys, we found a honey hole- let's go! It was a sweet spot covered with quail tracks.  Thank you, Bo!!!