It was single digit temps this morning so I went out early to start cutting some wood. As I always seem to do as I'm working I get thinking of a lot of different things, I passed our previous dogs grave on the way to the tree I was cutting and it got me reminiscing about some of the good hunting dogs I've been lucky enough to share my life with so far. When I was a kid Dad always seemed to have a beagle or two and we had a few different house/farm dogs over the years, I didn't get my own hunting dog until I was twelve or thirteen years old, I've been a dog guy all my life.
So I thought I would share a few of my past friends here in this thread to honor them.
My first bird dog was Silver, she was a English setter and kind of a rescue dog. A neighbor of ours had gotten her somewhere and she was not a good fit for them and ran away all the time so they kept her chained up in the back yard. I used to stop by and visit with her because she was such a pretty dog, they ended up just giving her to me.
She was the first dog I ever trained and was a very smart dog but a little timid, she would find and point great but would never retrieve birds. I don't know how old she was when I got her but she was a very loyal and affectionate pup for many years.
The next "good" hunting dog I had was years later, a big male Chessy named Buddy. He came to live with us as a pup and took to training pretty quick. He is the only dog I ever Field Trialed and he did very well. He was a pure hunting dog, very aloof and downright surly to everyone but me. He was 110 pounds of pure rock hard muscle that was like a machine when he hunted. He was not a house dog, he was a hunting tool like my shotgun or decoys... he was not affectionate at all and would only let me pat him on the head when he was in the mood, he did not tolerate strangers or fools and was all business. He listened great and was a monster at fetching waterfowl in terrible conditions, he was also very good on upland birds...if I tipped a pheasant and it glided into a hundred acres of standing corn he was on it and it was as good as in the bag. He could mark multiple birds and had a great nose and instinct but was terrible around other male dogs or anything that wanted to fight him. His mother was the same way so he came by it naturally...live and learn.
Next was Sadie and she was probably the best duck dog I'll ever have in my life and I didn't even know it at the time. We raised her from a puppy and she came along at the right time in my life for waterfowling. I took her all over North America chasing ducks and geese, most years she would hunt multiple states and provinces I can't even begin to imagine how many birds she retrieved over her life. She was fun to spend time in a blind with or a pheasant hunt or chase after Hungarian partridge. She was a lady in every sense of the word, had manners had style and flat out loved to duck hunt. She lived to be fifteen but was a broken down girl the last couple years, her last retrieve was a canvasback at thirteen.
Two and a half years ago we lost Dixie to cancer, she was the most high energy dog I've ever shared a blind with. She is also the only dog I ever had to put a shock collar on....sometimes she was just flat out nuts! In the uplands hunting bunnies or pheasant she was like any other normal lab but once the duck decoys were on the water some switch in her head would flip and I could see the whites around her eyes like she was on crack, she was a coiled spring. When we nocked a bird down she would hit the water on plane and growl and bark all the way to it and back...did that every time no matter how many birds we shot, then as soon as we got back to the dock she would instantly relax and calm down like a normal dog. I thought she would grow out of it but she stayed that way all her life, she was almost embarrassing to duck hunt with around friends if it wouldn't have been so funny. She also had a great nose for cripples, she was impressive finding swimmers in the buck brush or bunnies we didn't even know we had hit.
Dixie got to spend the last few years of her life out at the farm hunting and roaming around while we worked on projects, we buried her in the orchard so she will always be with us.
Dixie with the first geese ever shot off our new pond.
I know Dixie would like that bunnies are still around her a lot.