Dogs have always had a special spot in my heart. As a disclaimer I do not view them in the
same way as many other folks do. I am a
very firm believer that God did in fact give man dominion over the
animals. I cut my teeth training beagles
and coon dogs. I loved to hear them open
up after rabbits and coons, but it did not take me long to not enjoy so much
when they opened up all hours of the day and night at home though. Their training was not very intense, mostly
just expose them to their quarry and let them figure it out on their own or
from letting them tie in with the older more experienced dogs. There wasn’t much in the way of handling
other than coming when called and loading and unloading into the dog
boxes. I enjoyed and still enjoy running
after these hounds and they will always stir something in me.
Then I discovered bird dogs.
These seemed to be on an entirely different level. They would handle to so many more commands,
they would listen, they would retrieve birds, and find and lock down birds on
point. They became, very much a
fascination and soon a love of mine. I
read books, fiction, non-fiction, instructional, magazines, and whatever else I
could get my hands on about these special creatures. I loved the spaniels that bounced around
through the grass and flushed the birds, I loved the pointers and setters that
locked down on the scent and became statues.
I loved the retrievers that swam after the birds in the water or
retrieved downed birds in heavy cover.
The versatile breeds though quickly took my notice and I was determined
to have one. They could do several of
the jobs that the other dogs could and that versatility and need for only one
dog for all the work just seemed to fit like a glove.
Since then I have had several bird dogs, I’ve had a German
Shorthair Pointer, I’ve had a Drahthaar, and I’ve had a Lab. I have been impressed with all three and all
three were wonderful dogs. I had much
more time with the shorthair and so became supremely attached to him more than
the other two. I have enjoyed shooting
doves, woodcock, grouse, quail, ducks and geese over my dogs and they have
located birds to shoot and found shot birds that I would not have been able to
on my own. Part of being self-reliant
and self-sufficient and as efficient as I can be in my hunting ventures has
included training my own bird dogs. I
particularly enjoy training puppies and watching them latch onto the lessons
and grow as well as develop into hunting machines. Sadly, I am without any bird dog at the
moment, but I hope that will not be a permanent situation.
I will have another dog when I retire but living where I
live and not having the freedom to travel to suitable hunting locations does
not do justice to a dog and I will not be responsible for holding one back from
achieving its potential. I identify with
a bird dog trying to make a living in this area of the world where homes now
grow where once quail and grouse used to.
Rabbits still abound but are now racing in and out of neighborhood
privacy fences and planted shrubs, feeding on manicured grasses and postage
stamp sized garden plots. These places
will not return, nor will the birds return to them, and thus I must follow the
feathers to a more fertile and less populated land eventually, where if a man
doesn’t have a bird dog then he has shorted himself a huge portion of his
potential. God allowed man to
domesticate dogs to have companionship.
Bird dogs took that to another plane entirely and give back so much more
than simply companionship. These dogs
are amongst the very few who can actually “earn their keep” and not because
someone simply says that they do. These
work horses are easy for me to identify with and I share a certain bond I
feel.
Genesis 1:26
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