Replicant
Life of the Party
I managed to get two good hunts in last Fall. This is from a hunt in South Dakota back in early December. It was bitter cold, and I managed to dodge a big storm heading out and another slammer, coming home. In fact, the day I headed out, was when that guy caused a thirty car pile up on I-90.
Ignore the speedometer
. In my defense, I was in eastern Montana by that time.
Small town. We stayed in a cozy shop, owned by the farmer who's land we hunted. One of the neighbor's explained that they recently had a population boom, when someone took in four foster kids, elevating the population to 12.
Four dogs on this trip, including the largest GSP I've ever known. A surprisingly sweet boy. The Drahthaar is my cousin's dog. She's a sweetie and made one of those epic points that I'll never forget. Three of us walking a draw with both of these dogs. She locked up, almost contorted as she had twisted her head back around to the bird. The rooster flushed and I watched and waited for my cousin to take it. He couldn't get a shot from his angle (for fear of hitting the dog), so when he dropped his gun, I raised mine and took it. It was a long shot, but I dropped it like a stone.
Arguing like idiots, not realizing that the dog is on point.
One of the two Pudelpointers bringing in a well earned rooster.
It was in the single digits in this pic. I'm smiling, because while the sharptail's we were after had flushed too early, I had already had my bag limit of roosters.
Late season Pheasant's are hard. We easily put up twenty hens to every rooster we came across. I took this sunrise pic after missing a straight away shot at a Hun. Turns out that I don't shoot well with bulky clothing on. I learned to layer appropriately and ditch the baggy coat.
I love these dogs and this breed so much that I put myself on the list for one back in November. If all goes well, I'll pick her up in two weeks. Fingers crossed.
Ignore the speedometer
. In my defense, I was in eastern Montana by that time.Small town. We stayed in a cozy shop, owned by the farmer who's land we hunted. One of the neighbor's explained that they recently had a population boom, when someone took in four foster kids, elevating the population to 12.
Four dogs on this trip, including the largest GSP I've ever known. A surprisingly sweet boy. The Drahthaar is my cousin's dog. She's a sweetie and made one of those epic points that I'll never forget. Three of us walking a draw with both of these dogs. She locked up, almost contorted as she had twisted her head back around to the bird. The rooster flushed and I watched and waited for my cousin to take it. He couldn't get a shot from his angle (for fear of hitting the dog), so when he dropped his gun, I raised mine and took it. It was a long shot, but I dropped it like a stone.
Arguing like idiots, not realizing that the dog is on point.
One of the two Pudelpointers bringing in a well earned rooster.
It was in the single digits in this pic. I'm smiling, because while the sharptail's we were after had flushed too early, I had already had my bag limit of roosters.
Late season Pheasant's are hard. We easily put up twenty hens to every rooster we came across. I took this sunrise pic after missing a straight away shot at a Hun. Turns out that I don't shoot well with bulky clothing on. I learned to layer appropriately and ditch the baggy coat.
I love these dogs and this breed so much that I put myself on the list for one back in November. If all goes well, I'll pick her up in two weeks. Fingers crossed.
