Uplandhunter67
Well-known member
The passing of a bird dog reminds you of your own mortality. It reminds you how short the seasons really are. It reminds you that every day not hunting will be a day lost forever.
It also reminds you of the camaraderie between dog and handler. The great retrieves, the wet and cold days, sharing lunches, the quiet restful periods after a long hunt, a head on your lap looking for nothing more than putting your hand on them.
Owning a bird dog is an honor and a privilege. They devote everything to you. You owe him more than you can repay. All they ask is to be taken afield so they can do what they love the most. Share the passion with your dog and they will live forever in your heart.
So, venture out even when you think bird numbers are low, tough conditions, or questionable weather. Venture out no matter because you owe it to your dog their seasons are short.
My lab Ty has gone ahead to search for birds where the season never ends. It was my privilege to have hunted so many seasons over him.
It also reminds you of the camaraderie between dog and handler. The great retrieves, the wet and cold days, sharing lunches, the quiet restful periods after a long hunt, a head on your lap looking for nothing more than putting your hand on them.
Owning a bird dog is an honor and a privilege. They devote everything to you. You owe him more than you can repay. All they ask is to be taken afield so they can do what they love the most. Share the passion with your dog and they will live forever in your heart.
So, venture out even when you think bird numbers are low, tough conditions, or questionable weather. Venture out no matter because you owe it to your dog their seasons are short.
My lab Ty has gone ahead to search for birds where the season never ends. It was my privilege to have hunted so many seasons over him.