What a great day yesterday! I took my son, my dog, and met my buddy at Pheasant View Hunt Farms. I wanted to give my dog a tune up and my son a chance to bag his first bird. As it turns out, he got 3! He's 11 years old and has only put 50 round through the gun prior to yesterday. His second bird involved a heck of a long shot and he dusted it. His third bird got up in front of him and flew to his left and behind him. He stayed with it and pulled feathers. I thought the bird was coyote food but my dog was not about to disappoint his boy. He tore off after it and I saw it fly strong up and over the hill. My buddy had a good mark on it so he walked to where saw it land and kept trying to call the dog over. My dog would go over, check in, and leave right away, frustrating my buddy...turns out he was on the scent. Finally we humans gave up but Kody would not give so easily. He cut back and forth and back and forth as he went farther and farther away until we no longer knew where he was. After a minute or two with no dog in sight I blew the whistle for him to come back and soon after that, here he comes with the rooster in his mouth, still very much alive. My son, who was bummed when we gave up, perked up like it was Christmas!
Damn, what a great day, even if it was tame birds. I don't care if I ever shoot another bird again, as long as I can watch my son (and later my younger son) shoot 'em and my dog retrieve 'em.