After a dismal hunt yesterday with Bob I decided to take Obie out west of the house for some quail hunting.
I can't remember if I posted this or not but about 3 weeks ago I had Obie out and he solidly stuck his first covey of birds and stayed put while I walked the 94 yards to get to him. This was the first time he really, really stuck a covey of birds. Previously he would point them for a bit and then all the rustling around would send his senses into overload and he would bust in on them. But the day he held this point I was able to kill a bird over him and this really seemed to turn him around I guess.
Today while out with Obie we walked, and walked and then walked some more. The area I am in is hilly with quite a few ravines and draws. Pretty country and very classic quail looking terrain (at least to me). On the way back to the truck with my head hung low and my legs aching I get a beep and vibrate from the Garmin, "dog on point" 124 yards to the South. Crap! Just the way I don't want go. But, I made my way there and found Obie locked up just on the edge of a ravine, solid. I walked in front of him, nothing. Thinking he is full of crap I decide to cross the creek and once I jump the water up comes a nice covey of quail from the other side of the ravine. Knocked one down and it's lightly hit.
Finally locate it and I decide not to chase this covey and head back towards the truck. About 200 yards up the ravine the Garmin alerts me dog on point again 52 yards to the North. Yep, there he is on the other side of the ravine. I make my way across and after falling down I finally get to the other side and about 6ft in front of Obie about 10 quail take off. Knock one down out of that group and Obie helps me find it.
So I continue on towards the truck. Beep/vibrate dog on point! 92 yards SE. I have to walk about 100 yards further on to cross a small pond dam and look down into the bottom of the ravine and there he is again locked up tight. Start to walk down into the ravine and an even bigger covey flushes about 30 yards in front of him. I knock one down across the creek and watch another fly back towards me a drop from the sky! Hmmm. I call Obie over and we hunt and hunt and then he goes on point. Up from some cattails comes the bird. Bang, knock it down and Obie is on it. I think "well I can say bye bye to that one. But, when he gets to it I get on the whistle and tell him here and the little sucker brings it right back to me! After alot of praise and letting him hold his trophy for awhile we FINALLY get to walk back to the truck where I sit on the tailgate and share my much deserved late lunch with Obie.
The old saying that someone told me on here to keep taking him has proved true. He did such a wonderful job today holding his birds with all of my commotion of falling down and hiking to get to him. Not to bad for only 13 months old.
I'll try to insert pics. Cruddy cell picks, I was in a hurry. The other pics were horrible but here is two of his three finds today.
I can't remember if I posted this or not but about 3 weeks ago I had Obie out and he solidly stuck his first covey of birds and stayed put while I walked the 94 yards to get to him. This was the first time he really, really stuck a covey of birds. Previously he would point them for a bit and then all the rustling around would send his senses into overload and he would bust in on them. But the day he held this point I was able to kill a bird over him and this really seemed to turn him around I guess.
Today while out with Obie we walked, and walked and then walked some more. The area I am in is hilly with quite a few ravines and draws. Pretty country and very classic quail looking terrain (at least to me). On the way back to the truck with my head hung low and my legs aching I get a beep and vibrate from the Garmin, "dog on point" 124 yards to the South. Crap! Just the way I don't want go. But, I made my way there and found Obie locked up just on the edge of a ravine, solid. I walked in front of him, nothing. Thinking he is full of crap I decide to cross the creek and once I jump the water up comes a nice covey of quail from the other side of the ravine. Knocked one down and it's lightly hit.
Finally locate it and I decide not to chase this covey and head back towards the truck. About 200 yards up the ravine the Garmin alerts me dog on point again 52 yards to the North. Yep, there he is on the other side of the ravine. I make my way across and after falling down I finally get to the other side and about 6ft in front of Obie about 10 quail take off. Knock one down out of that group and Obie helps me find it.
So I continue on towards the truck. Beep/vibrate dog on point! 92 yards SE. I have to walk about 100 yards further on to cross a small pond dam and look down into the bottom of the ravine and there he is again locked up tight. Start to walk down into the ravine and an even bigger covey flushes about 30 yards in front of him. I knock one down across the creek and watch another fly back towards me a drop from the sky! Hmmm. I call Obie over and we hunt and hunt and then he goes on point. Up from some cattails comes the bird. Bang, knock it down and Obie is on it. I think "well I can say bye bye to that one. But, when he gets to it I get on the whistle and tell him here and the little sucker brings it right back to me! After alot of praise and letting him hold his trophy for awhile we FINALLY get to walk back to the truck where I sit on the tailgate and share my much deserved late lunch with Obie.
The old saying that someone told me on here to keep taking him has proved true. He did such a wonderful job today holding his birds with all of my commotion of falling down and hiking to get to him. Not to bad for only 13 months old.
I'll try to insert pics. Cruddy cell picks, I was in a hurry. The other pics were horrible but here is two of his three finds today.
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