The old girls scones aren't that great to be honest.Let me know next time will do a smoke fish for ya .
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The old girls scones aren't that great to be honest.Let me know next time will do a smoke fish for ya .
Sure. Thanks for the offer.Quote:
Originally Posted by Chris
Today dawned clear after rain during the night...Harry and I were off to the river...he with the Beretta today...team leader Dionee...
Early on in the piece she put up a rooster...bird away...going upstream she got onto some tantalizing scent beds but birds well gone...we encountered another shooter and spent sometime discussing the gamebird schedule with him as in taking the Spoonbill off the schedule, reducing mallard bags (for our region) and putting the teal back on the schedule...we were all in accord on that!!
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Then on the way back downstream, Dionee went on point on the edge of huge bramble bush...out of its midst rose a very nice covey of Californian quail, one of which Harry shot.
We had had a five hour sojourn; getting back to the carpark and once Dionee was settled and comfortable we opened the thermi and whilst drinking coffee, we heard a rooster calling only some few hundred metres from the car park...!!!!
Mint picture Eeebees:cool:
Thank you...Harry took that one, Dundee...:)
Well done Harry:cool: Great shot!
Had to head back East to repair a hole in a roof... Couldn't stay long but managed to squeeze in an hour or two of hunting yesterday morning.
Brisk morning, strong winds, overcast, an eerie light illuminating Young Nicks Head. Gizzy in winter. Being short on time I picked a favourite ground I used to run my dogs on a lot, one that has historically been a pretty low bird numbered area. More for the nostalgia, good memories of friends, and dogs, gone by. Walking through those dry eastern fields brings back strange feelings. I would have thought I'd be happy to roam these places again but instead it brought a mix of regret and perhaps anger, maybe frustration. Even on such a fierce day Tairawhiti is resplendent in her raw beauty. Why did I leave ever this place?
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The mill paddock cock. I used to run my dogs here because it was relatively barren, save for a few 'training' hares to add some distraction. Then last summer this fella moved in. Wise in his solitude, he gave Enzo the slip at least twice. I took delight in arranging his demise with Betty yesterday morn. The wind kept lifting his tail for the photo, dog trying to rearrange it. Speaking of dog, the ears have fallen off so I'll give her a rest for a bit and go back to basics, like recalling when I bloody well say so...
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This picture above shows the background better. I do miss this place
Good stuff Pointer. Love your write ups. Could have gone to tok bay too! cunty docs changed appointment times!
Nice bird I wasn't going to say nice C**k as shit would fly:D
Lovely write up Mate, I was not aware though that pointers actually have ears that work, decoration only I thought
Thanks fellas
Thing is, she is a very compliant wee thing. I suspect it was my mood that day that had an overall affect on our performance, more my attitude than any disobedience on her behalf. I have to rememeber the golden rule of always looking at ones self when addressing dog issues...Quote:
Originally Posted by mikee
Pointer I must introduce you to our Great Dane some day. One word from me and it does what it bloody well wants. Biggest waste of space in creation.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pointer
As long as it brings you joy Rushy :)
Cool post mate :thumbsup:
Excellent reports guys.
Good job Jim.
Nice and open country on the photo. Is that common around Gisborne?
No Pete, it's horrible. Never go there :D
yea, thought so too...Quote:
Originally Posted by Pointer
many have said that as well...
Another nice afternoon ,working Shadow threw the rough along the creeks.First to flush was a very nice rooster that gave me a low crossing shot that I missed 3 times at less than 20m.Was a lovely big bird ,still don't know how I missed but it was going bloody fast cackled as well cheeky prick.
But continued to work the side creek & a double of Pook's the dog flushed.He don't care what they are they're all retrieves.
With dog working very well a short break then back into it & with another Pook flushed then retrieved from the middle of the river where it dropped.Put Shadow into the flax further up stream ,still working hard along the creek another flushed Pook. Suspect this 1 I wounded to follow up tomorrow. So put #1 dog on a sit then called him in getting on for 5.30 we going home buddy.
Cockie will be wrapped these bloody things fouling his troughs & wanted them gone.
my roots are there.... waiting on the dairy industry to hit the coast then i can go home.Quote:
Originally Posted by Petros_mk
sat on a handy freezing little hole last night, only got 2 shots off at a drake of a pair .
had about a dozen come in but these old eyes let me down as im trying to only take drakes. letting them land and having the dog flush them didnt help either. by the time i could identify the drakes they were to far out.as for coming in they bombed in from every bloody direction but the one i expected:angry:i,l let them settle again for a last hurrah sunday and shoot the river pond this avo/evening
Good shoot for me this morning, 14 down.
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Good skills.
excellent no such liuck for us last night but still a few feeds in the freezer and geese swans parries and quail still open.Quote:
Originally Posted by PerazziSC3
pheasants to in csi:thumbsup:
Thought I'd stop by a spot I found earlier in the year during a pre-season recce trip, it paid off!
Started with crossing a river which looked innocent enough until I got to ball height, and got swept off my feet. Like a wet rat I clambered ashore, wrung my clothes out, and checked my ammo. My lovely lady was on the opposite shore with the remaining dogs laughing herself silly...
To cut a long story short, terrible shooting once again. Usually by this late in the season I'm on form, but I think I'm getting worse! First bird Betty found I missed with both barrels. Second one I'm sure I had hit, saw it drop a wing as is glided back over the river. I really hate losing game, I get really annoyed with myself. As hunters we owe our quarry a clean death, its the least we can do. Luckily he was recovered in the most unusual fashion, which I'll get to soon.
The third find of the day was a continuation of the terrible shooting theme, just pricking him with the second shot. He hit the deck out in an open paddock, recovered instantly, and was legging it for cover when I sent the "Black Death" in. She took him at lightning speed, and brought him back very much alive and pissed off at the speed she took him at. I was very pleased with her for this, I would have hated to have lost two birds that day.
As I usually do, I turn for home after one bird. Crossed the river in a different spot this time, no slip ups. Met up with my partner who was running Enzo and Baz up the river flats. Metres from the car, Enzo locks up, setting staunchly facing into a bank. On command, he rushes in, and a pheasant lifts. I hear it scramble up the bank onto the road. On climbing up to the road, I find a small clump of grass with a pointer puppy sticking out of it. I look in to this tiny clump, and see a tail feather of a cock. I parted the grass, and there is the most bedraggled pheasant I have ever seen, being stared to death by Baz. The autopsy later revealed a grand total of three pellets in the poor sod. Enzo saves the day!
Days like this are a great demonstration on how a good dog is an asset to a hunter in the recovery of wounded game. Both of these birds would have been lost otherwise.
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Mint write up Pointer:cool:
Excellent Pointer. You are looking younger.
Good story and dog work . You be happy with the photo too
Healthy living and a pure heart Rushy :ORLY:Quote:
Originally Posted by Rushy
Good stuff Jim,
Sounds like the spaniel is coming to his senses...
the gun pointer, how was the gun:DQuote:
Started with crossing a river which looked innocent enough until I got to ball height, and got swept off my feet. Like a wet rat I clambered ashore, wrung my clothes out, and checked my ammo.
great read thanks
a truer word etc............Quote:
Days like this are a great demonstration on how a good dog is an asset to a hunter in the recovery of wounded game. Both of these birds would have been lost otherwise.
Wouldn't go that far :) The Irish mud spaniel still has his moments. Does everything right, just not all in one sitting!Quote:
Originally Posted by Petros_mk
The only thing that I managed to keep dry was the gun. The Mrs. reckons it was all she could see above the water, like a periscope :D That said, it takes more than that to stop a miroku!Quote:
Originally Posted by gsp follower
Great read mate, why no little Baz in the pic?
Too busy destroying a cow pat just out of the photo :D
Had a sneaky look at "Gibos field" last weekend, saw seven roosters in 20 mins :cool: Might have to come help me tip a few of them over
Oh yeah, keen as. Do I have a field? :wtfsmilie:Quote:
Originally Posted by Pointer
You mentioned a certain maize paddock behind TP once, saying it was lousy with birds. You weren't lying :cool: Trick is getting them. Need two shooters
Ah my field ;) yip yip its a tricky one. When youre ready :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Pointer
Or take the mrs :D
Have you been down Pap beach road lately? Shit they must be near plague proportions. See groups of cocks hanging out like its a sausage festival! They know they are safe the buggers:D
Nah I can't take her to that spot, she'll pillage it with the mud spaniel!Quote:
Originally Posted by Gibo
Yeah its rotten with birds down Papamosis (yep its a spreading disease) Great training ground, shame its too close to civilisation for a bomb up
