CharBroiled
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We took to the field this morning working public ground. Socks did pretty well in the milo field by pointing a hen, working one skittish hen to a buffer strip before she hit her afterburners as he couldn't pin her, and pointing one other rooster (I think) breaking before I could get to it. Dang wild birds.
We switched fields and locations before working in a 1/4 section.
Socks is a big running dog. His family are all big runners, so we've always kind of had a target goal of letting him work out to about 150 (maybe stretching out to 200) and in. This morning, I lost sight of him, but my tracker was telling me he was at 171. Whatever happened with the GPS signal and suddenly Socks was at 262. I'm not real pleased at this point so I call to him to which, the arrow goes solid dot and my controller vibrates in my hand signalling he's stopped moving.
This stoppage was a true point at 262 yards away. I rumble through that crappy, knotty undergrowth in CRP which loves to clutch and grab at your boots, before I arrive to find my dog still locked up.
Rooster goes up, gun to shoulder, safety goes off and down goes bird. He wasn't fully dead as Socks couldn't quite figure out what to do or where to grab (odd because he's been solid retrieving before) but we bagged our first bird of 2025. Once he finds a bird, he wants to find all of the birds!
Happy New Year to y'all from Socks and I!
We switched fields and locations before working in a 1/4 section.
Socks is a big running dog. His family are all big runners, so we've always kind of had a target goal of letting him work out to about 150 (maybe stretching out to 200) and in. This morning, I lost sight of him, but my tracker was telling me he was at 171. Whatever happened with the GPS signal and suddenly Socks was at 262. I'm not real pleased at this point so I call to him to which, the arrow goes solid dot and my controller vibrates in my hand signalling he's stopped moving.
This stoppage was a true point at 262 yards away. I rumble through that crappy, knotty undergrowth in CRP which loves to clutch and grab at your boots, before I arrive to find my dog still locked up.
Rooster goes up, gun to shoulder, safety goes off and down goes bird. He wasn't fully dead as Socks couldn't quite figure out what to do or where to grab (odd because he's been solid retrieving before) but we bagged our first bird of 2025. Once he finds a bird, he wants to find all of the birds!
Happy New Year to y'all from Socks and I!