Good job Jim.
Nice and open country on the photo. Is that common around Gisborne?
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Good job Jim.
Nice and open country on the photo. Is that common around Gisborne?
No Pete, it's horrible. Never go there :D
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.
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.
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
Good stuff Jim,
Sounds like the spaniel is coming to his senses...