Posts tagged: gun dogs
HUNTING — Monday was a bittersweet day to be out with a bird dog. The last of Eastern Washington's upland bird hunting seasons — for chukar and quail — ended Monday afternoon.
My English setter, Scout, is lean, rock hard, tough footed and season hardened for finding birds in some of the most rugged and gravity-challening bird hunting terrain on the planet.
Now, the season of rest poses the challenge for hunter and dog to maintain the toughness for next fall.
HUNTING — The Eastern Washington pheasant hunting season closes Sunday. With the weekend forecast calling for winds gusting to 48 mph, I'm guessing the birds will be running like lighting and flying the speed of sound.
HUNTING — Luckily, I could pass the time this morning listening to the last of the NPR Sunday morning news program as I waited for the fog to lift, but my dog was more than anxious to get out.
When I finally had couple hundred yards of visibility over the Palouse, I put my English setter, Scout, on the ground and we swept through the frosty landscape trying to get the most out of the late phase of the pheasant hunting season.
Tip: Go for gentle terrain. Since last weekend, the slopes have been coated with thin snow or ice, making steep hills treacherous for walking, especially side-hilling. I aborted a chukar hunt last Sunday for fear of killing myself, and things haven't improved too much.
HUNTING — Yep, a good bird dog pup can be a handful for a few months, but he'll be worth his adult weight in gold for a hunter, as a companion and a working dog.
I saw this handsome three-week-old German shorthair pointer at Dunfur Kennel off I-90 near the Four Lakes Exit.
BIRD HUNTING — The fog was packed into the Snake River valley today. Steelheaders were scattered up and down the river.
But Scout, my English setter, led up up above it all and nearly to the rim to find this first covey of chukars.
A great day in the field, and we're both bushed.
Must be time to go back to work after a great holiday.
HUNTING – While we don’t have good statistics on the number of big-game animals wounded and lost by hunters, no one would doubt that it’s significant. The number might even be staggering.
So why do
My bird dogs have retrieved many pheasants and quail I’d never have found. What if a bowhunter could go back to the rig and get a hound or wirehair or beagle or any tracking dog to help locate his wounded elk?
Del Peterson of
HUNTING — I meant to take a relatively brief hike today from the Snake River up to the canyon rim and back. But I made the mistake of bringing my shotgun and following my English setter.
I think we saw the whole freaking canyon, up-down and sideway.
The south-facing slopes are bare, a magnet to deer, birds, coyotes and hawks that are having a tough time making a living through the boiler-plate snow cover higher in the Palouse.
But the frozen Snake canyon slopes of the morning transformed to grease in the afternoon sun even though the air temps never got much above freezing.
Sidehilling was something between treacherous and thrilling. I virtually glissaded down 50 feet to my dog on point one time.
Happiness is 10 steps on level ground in chukar country.
I’m hurtin’, but happy.
My dog, Scout, is sacked out like a bear in winter.
HUNTING — The cold snap forecast for the weekend has waterfowl hunters packing their gear for the duck blinds and goose pits to intercept northern flights soon to be on their way.
Meantime, if you’re in the market for a good hunting dog, be selective when choosing a breed.