Badger Matt
Single-Sixer
We picked up a Brittany Rosie O'Donnell, Rosie, from show stock four years ago as a house pet with hope she might respond to training as well. Well, the last four years have seen extremely long hours as work and she got in a total of one dove hunt and a preserve pheasant hunt. Neither were anything to brag about, though she loves spendiing "time with dad" afield.
Last night I was playing with her and my new Golden Retriever pup hiding a couple of dead quail in the backyard. The Golden, Brandy, is bird-crazy. She used her nose and snatched that bird right quick...and then tore off to be sure I didn't take it from her. Rosie, on the other hand, would find the bird and give it a sniff but there wasn't any passion about it.
The missus, aka She Who Must Be Obeyed, suggested I take Rosie out for the day and let her have some fun. What the heck. We took off this morning for a place Shotster introduced me to. She bumped a covey early on and I fumbled the shot. She quarted nicely throughout the morning and showed interest a few times; no idea exactly what she was showing interest in, but she sure looked pretty.
I choose to believe the covey left just moments before.
We continued on and came upon a small ditch. Rosie showed intense interest while in the ditch and stopped to sniff a small bush. I've now decided to call this a stylish point. Seconds later, a hen California Valley Quail got up ten feet or so up the ditch and "up-nose" from Rosie. I dropped her and then a rooster a bit farther out. Rosie got pretty animated and I soon saw a rooster running up the ditch and cut him off. He took flight and I dropped him in some brush. I guided Rosie to where he fell and when he took off running a switched turned on and my little girl, who never wanted a bird in her mouth, chased him down and picked him up. I took the bird from her and showered her with praise - one happy dog and owner. I took her to where I'd dropped each of the other birds and she "pointed dead" each of them in turn.
Sorry about the angle, but I dropped the bird into a swale and took the pic from above. You can see the dead bird and the dog's 11 o'clock position.
The missus and I spent the next couple hours pulling burrs out of Rosie's coat.
She's no more skilled than I am, but she sure make the day a whole lot more fun.
Last night I was playing with her and my new Golden Retriever pup hiding a couple of dead quail in the backyard. The Golden, Brandy, is bird-crazy. She used her nose and snatched that bird right quick...and then tore off to be sure I didn't take it from her. Rosie, on the other hand, would find the bird and give it a sniff but there wasn't any passion about it.
The missus, aka She Who Must Be Obeyed, suggested I take Rosie out for the day and let her have some fun. What the heck. We took off this morning for a place Shotster introduced me to. She bumped a covey early on and I fumbled the shot. She quarted nicely throughout the morning and showed interest a few times; no idea exactly what she was showing interest in, but she sure looked pretty.
I choose to believe the covey left just moments before.
We continued on and came upon a small ditch. Rosie showed intense interest while in the ditch and stopped to sniff a small bush. I've now decided to call this a stylish point. Seconds later, a hen California Valley Quail got up ten feet or so up the ditch and "up-nose" from Rosie. I dropped her and then a rooster a bit farther out. Rosie got pretty animated and I soon saw a rooster running up the ditch and cut him off. He took flight and I dropped him in some brush. I guided Rosie to where he fell and when he took off running a switched turned on and my little girl, who never wanted a bird in her mouth, chased him down and picked him up. I took the bird from her and showered her with praise - one happy dog and owner. I took her to where I'd dropped each of the other birds and she "pointed dead" each of them in turn.
Sorry about the angle, but I dropped the bird into a swale and took the pic from above. You can see the dead bird and the dog's 11 o'clock position.
The missus and I spent the next couple hours pulling burrs out of Rosie's coat.
She's no more skilled than I am, but she sure make the day a whole lot more fun.