FALL IN LOVE WITH THE NUMBERS , NOT THE IDEA
I regularly have to remind my mut that i am the one with the rifle!
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When you are so tired you can’t even climb all the way up onto the couch before going to sleep.
FALL IN LOVE WITH THE NUMBERS , NOT THE IDEA
Thor did some great work this morning. The shotgun is an 81 year old SO Beretta salvaged from a wrecked Italian truck by our troops during battle in the Libya desert in 1939. Used the new Falcon tinned #4 bismuth and it worked very well.
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Summer grass
Of stalwart warriors splendid dreams
the aftermath.
Matsuo Basho.
New Twin needle harness arrived the other day. Seems to fit ok but haven't put the pouches on yet. A few minor adjustments to make to get the fit right but shouldn't be too tricky. Twin needle were really prompt with the delivery and ordering was really easy.
Harness.pdf
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What size did you go for? Been thinking about getting one for Bo and have generally had good dealings with TN but have sent them and email and messages through Instagram and no reply as I felt their size descriptions were a bit vague. I reckon Bo would be similar size to your dog
270 is a harmonic divisor number[1]
270 is the fourth number that is divisible by its average integer divisor[2]
270 is a practical number, by the second definition
The sum of the coprime counts for the first 29 integers is 270
270 is a sparsely totient number, the largest integer with 72 as its totient
Given 6 elements, there are 270 square permutations[3]
10! has 270 divisors
270 is the smallest positive integer that has divisors ending by digits 1, 2, …, 9.
@Ryan_Songhurst, I went on to the website and ordered one. There was no size description or photo on the Molly harness so I just had to hope that it was the right size. As far as communication goes they have been excellent whenever I have sent an e-mail. Hannah is the one I have communicated with and she is onto it. info@twinneedle.co.nz seems to work very well.
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Hi all just joined back into the Forum.
I hunt over Kona the Vizsla who loves deer but couldn’t care less for birds.
Not really a deer dog but she chased these two up a tree middle of night and kept them there while I got the .22 loaded
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Here's my 1.5 year old Wirehaired Vizsla. Crazy drive and hunting ability, can do it all from deer, pheasants and ducks on a pond.
I put a lot into this dog in her first year and it has really paid off.
I didn't do the blueprint for my own reasons but took lots of advice from some more experienced gentleman, the main things being let the dog hunt and focus on the stop and recall, and train little and often.
It has been a super rewarding experience and awesome having a quirky little mate tag along.
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Nice
She looks like one proud girl.
As for the training well it looks like it works. With a solid stop and recall you can do anything.
Cool looking dog, does she work in close on deer? or is that where the "stop" and recall come in, put a stop on her if ranging to far in front.
My last versatile dog I had (Weimaraner) was a gun on game birds and ducks but ranged to far on deer, I had to hunt him with longline (Hand Break) but I readily admit that he didnt have a good stop trained into him and would jump the gun on duck retrieves at first.
My new deer dog (cattle dog), in training, has a great stop and recall. but lacks the hardness that the wei had.
cheers FBD
Thanks mate, she works at a heel mostly on deer doesn't range further then probably 5 meters. She started primarily on deer until we had a few together then moved on from that. They some how know what species you are targeting and work accordingly. Every now and then I go back and do some stop to shot training because she gets pretty keen during bird season.
Found one from 2015 with the fella that passed
This is a very unusual sitting still shot
Looking at a bird, he was a real birdy dog Jake.
Twas the evening and he'd been for a swim earlier.
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Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
It’s kind of a family in-joke, not that we should be joking about autism of course. But there is definitely something spectrum related when it comes to our little bitch Staffy. Snip, her name is. Loosely translated from Cape Afrikaans slang it means little tart. Odd creature. Pretty sure if she were human she would be medicated.
She’s just a very odd little dog. I think she has special powers…
She can read your mind, and understands complex sentences even when you speaking in code so as not to get her all excited. There is nothing that you can do that might involve her that she doesn’t know about before you’ve even decided to do it. She’ll appear out of nowhere with the slightly cocked head and expectant look on her face - righto dad let’s go, keys are over there and don’t forget your raincoat.
Her sense of timing is uniquely spot on, she appears under your feet or chair as if by magic, about a half second before you drop that piece of food. She usually catches it in mid air. How does she know this is about to happen? She can of course tell the time perfectly. Even when daylight saving changes the time by an hour, she knows that it’s 5 pm, dinner time, even when yesterday 5 pm was 4 pm. How does she know that?
She is an uncanny hunter. We have numerous thickets of flax, griselinia, all sorts, if she decides there’s a rat in there she will wait it out for hours. I’ve watched her in the garden in the driving rain, locked solid pointing at the bushes, quivering from the cold, ready to pounce. She won’t give in. Finally her ratty prey makes a beeline for the dry shed and meets an untimely end.
The list of oddness goes on forever. She has been known to take a nap in the bath (without water thankfully), in the cupboard under the kitchen sink and on the trampoline. She likes to wear a Wonder Woman vest. She will go for a dip in the cattle trough, then seek out something exceptionally dead and roll in it with glee. Her dreaming has to be seen to be believed, a pantomime of growls, yelps, whistles and twitches. Sometimes she just about stops breathing all together. She rolls on her back incessantly. She’ll go up the top of the paddock hill, turn over onto her back and roll herself all the way to the bottom, upside down all the way. She sits in the driveway for hours in summer, licking air. Lick lick lick lick lick lick lick… hours and hours. Does she think she’s a lizzard? She’s a constant bum rubber. It’s not worms, she just likes doing it. She’ll scoot her bumhole from one end of the house to the other, then turn around and sniff her bum trail all the way to where she begun, then sneeze uproariously, I swear she’s laughing.
She is highly strung there’s no doubt about that. She’s one of those nervous energy little dogs that finds it hard to relax. You could feed her twice what her brother gets and she won’t put on an ounce of fat. I think most of the energy she consumes through food is expended in weirdness.
And here she is performing one of her routinely odd behaviours, sitting on her brothers head. I’ve never seen a dog do this before, not just the sitting but the tolerating being sat on.
Her brother isn’t odd at all. Just very, very cool.
It is exactly 5pm. Guess who’s just turned up.
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