There was a really large hunt going on at the club today. We tried to stay out of the main action since I was a rookie. I was able to observe the hunters and other dogs from our position. I smelled and sniffed the first bird that was shot in our area, but I wasn't sure what to do with it. While I was contemplating my next move, another dog came in, snatched it up and gave it to a man. Daddy told me that was what I was supposed to do. When I had my second chance, I was in for a big surprise; the bird I found was injured but not dead! It jumped up and tried to get away. That bird wasn't going to get away from me. I wanted to make my daddy proud. My instincts kicked in and I caught it! Daddy was pleased with my persistence, but he was left re-thinking the check cord idea after a little rope burn on his hands! He says it's a small price to pay for a good gun dawg.
By design we were in a lower action area, but it became REALLY slow at times. This made me antsy to get into the field; I was sure there were birds out there and that's where I wanted to be! Once the hunt was over, Bullet (a fellow black lab) and I were awarded clean-up duty which meant going to find more dead birds in the brush. This was when I had the most fun! There were quite a few birds the hunters didn't shoot, and I found every one within smelling distance. I flushed them up and had a blast trying to catch them. Daddy was impressed with how I could blaze through tall brush and come out with dead birds that the other dogs didn't find. He says I have a good nose; I'm pretty sure that's a compliment.
Daddy was so proud of me. He and the other guides were impressed with how close I hunted. I never wandered too far away. Daddy said I was one of the most well-behaved dogs present. He told some of the hunters about how I wasn't quite cut out for Canine Partners for Life due to my excitability, and they couldn't believe it. Everyone loved me. There was even a young boy who couldn't keep his paws off me when I was around. It was a terrific day, but I am exhausted! I should sleep well tonight . . . [sigh]
Wags and Feathers . . . in my Mouth!
Jenna
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