Greatest of Funniest Dog Point/Flush/Retrieve?

[ncpheasant]

This one is the best I have ever experienced. I can't stop laughing when I tell it.

My Dad is one of those "designer" hunters, poster boy for Cabela's and Orvis. We all know the type. He can afford it and he loves the finest equipment. Me on the other hand, I just get by with what I have....

That said, my dad goes out and buy's a top notch Pointing Lab from one of those kennels in the back of Pheasants Forever Magazine, A good $1500 to $2000 dog. She is great! He takes her to a field trainer and the guy keeps her for 6 mnths and $3000. When he gets her back he can't wait to show off this fancy dog with all the hand signals, and whistle blowing.

That fall we go back to SD andare hunting a creekbed. The high dollar lab is hunting with me and we have walked 5 miles on this creek and not seen one bird. Finally I kick up a rooster and BOOM one shot and down in the creek he goes. Never to worry I have a $5000 super trained hunting lad with me. I send her in and the dog literly turns around and looks at me as if I am speaking greek. Dad comes over and takes over. He gives her the commands 5 or 6 times and the dog never moves. Now my Dad has a very short temper and is getting very ill and embarrassed (from all the razing he has taken over this $$$$$ dog) and he bends over and picks up the dog and tosses her off the steep bank into the water right beside the pheasant. She is standing in 10" of water with the bird floating next to her and looks up at dad as if to say "you SOB! I was dry". Then my "free to a good home" lab walk up gently leans over and picks up the cock and brings him to me. We all started bellowing .....

 

[quail hound]

My dog flushed a rooster from some thick tules on a creek bank and I shot the bird down on the other side of a creek. My dog didn't see the bird go down and had never gone on a real blind retrieve before. I sent him swimming and asked him to "hunt dead", he must have smelled him from 30yds away and swam straight to the downed bird. When he finally got a hold of the bird (it was just wounded) he dove back in the creek and delivered the bird to hand like he had done it many times before. One of my proudest moments.

 

[Calisdad]

This must be in the funniest flush category. My dog finds a pheasant in a really thick bush. That bird must have tried to fly out 5 times but the bush was so thick it couldn't break out. It was like you see in a cartoon fight- lots of action but you can't really make out whats going on. All I remember was this bush kept trying to take flight and was popping upwards about every 5 seconds. Finally the bird breaks free and it was a good thing it was a hen because my brother and I were laughing so hard we would have never got a shot off. The dog didn't understand why we didn't do our job after she did hers.

 

[PassItOn]

I've got a couple of tales to tell...

First one I saw with my own eyes! I have an EP, and she's a bird huntin' machine. We were quail hunting in western OK with my buddy Bruce and his lab. Bruce hadn't had his lab trained, but he was a retrievin' fool. No huntin' ettiquete tho. After a day of hunting and my little girl finding coveys and singles, the lab had figured out that when the beeper went off, there was a bird in front of Rhea! He took to busting her points right and left and I could tell Rhea was getting upset about it. How dare he! We had busted a covey and were working the singles on a hillside when Rhea locked up on point just as pretty as you'd ever want to see. Sure enough, here comes the lab, hightailing it to flush the bird. I could see Rhea checking on him out of the corner of her eye. All of a sudden, just before the lab gets there, Rhea lunges in and grabs the quail...it doesn't even get a chance to flush. She is now proudly trotting around showing off her prize and rubbing it in the labs face when all of a sudden, she locks up on point again. There she is, live quail in her mouth, locked up on another single! Bruce and I walk up to flush the bird and Rhea drops the one in her mouth and it takes off going one way and the pointed bird goes the other. Bruce drops the one to the left and I drop the other!

The other story is told by a cousin of mine and he's known for telling a windy now and then...He was out pheasant hunting with his visla, just him and the dog. They were walking a weedy fence line when his dog goes on point. Sure enough a gaudy rooster busts cover and my cousin misses the shot. His dog turns around with that look that says, "Just what the hell was that!?!" My cousin just motions the dog on down the fence line telling him to hunt 'em up! Not much farther down, the visla is on point again. Another rooster and another miss. Again, the dog looks at my cousin with that "I'm doing all I can here...what are you doing" look. Properly chastised, my cousin motions the dog on, telling him to "hunt 'em up!" A little farther down, the dog strikes point again. And again it's a rooster busting cover and again my cousin busts nothin' but sky. This time the dog looks back at my cousin and turns and goes back to the truck. I can't swear the the authenticity of this tale, but if it isn't true, it should be!

Mike

 

[Kal]

Coolest retrieves I've seen would have to be a 100 yard water retrieve on a great buffalo head and then a 3/4 mile chase through a buzzed bean field on a wounded pheasant by a GSP.

Neither were my dog but I was able to watch both. Not sure its fair for my pup though because now I have higher expectations =P

 

[ncpheasant]

I've got a couple of tales to tell...

First one I saw with my own eyes! I have an EP, and she's a bird huntin' machine. We were quail hunting in western OK with my buddy Bruce and his lab. Bruce hadn't had his lab trained, but he was a retrievin' fool. No huntin' ettiquete tho. After a day of hunting and my little girl finding coveys and singles, the lab had figured out that when the beeper went off, there was a bird in front of Rhea! He took to busting her points right and left and I could tell Rhea was getting upset about it. How dare he! We had busted a covey and were working the singles on a hillside when Rhea locked up on point just as pretty as you'd ever want to see. Sure enough, here comes the lab, hightailing it to flush the bird. I could see Rhea checking on him out of the corner of her eye. All of a sudden, just before the lab gets there, Rhea lunges in and grabs the quail...it doesn't even get a chance to flush. She is now proudly trotting around showing off her prize and rubbing it in the labs face when all of a sudden, she locks up on point again. There she is, live quail in her mouth, locked up on another single! Bruce and I walk up to flush the bird and Rhea drops the one in her mouth and it takes off going one way and the pointed bird goes the other. Bruce drops the one to the left and I drop the other!

The other story is told by a cousin of mine and he's known for telling a windy now and then...He was out pheasant hunting with his visla, just him and the dog. They were walking a weedy fence line when his dog goes on point. Sure enough a gaudy rooster busts cover and my cousin misses the shot. His dog turns around with that look that says, "Just what the hell was that!?!" My cousin just motions the dog on down the fence line telling him to hunt 'em up! Not much farther down, the visla is on point again. Another rooster and another miss. Again, the dog looks at my cousin with that "I'm doing all I can here...what are you doing" look. Properly chastised, my cousin motions the dog on, telling him to "hunt 'em up!" A little farther down, the dog strikes point again. And again it's a rooster busting cover and again my cousin busts nothin' but sky. This time the dog looks back at my cousin and turns and goes back to the truck. I can't swear the the authenticity of this tale, but if it isn't true, it should be!

Mike

I have read this 5 times and I am still laughing my a** off