Let me start by saying this: There are no silver bullets when it comes to gun-dog training. You could spend thousands on gear, but if you don’t lay down the basics, link the steps, and put in the time your dog won’t amount to much more than a foot warmer.
Not too long ago I was bragging about my dog’s performance in the Dock Dog’s Big Air competition. But recently a dog in Seaford, England, took a leap that defied the odds.
According to the below video, a Springer spaniel was out for a walk with its owner when it decided to chase a seagull. Next thing the owner knew the dog was tumbling down an ocean-side cliff—a fall of 300 feet. (This would have been the perfect time to employ the sit-on-whistle command.)
The dog landed in the water, and then huddled on shore until it was rescued. It suffered a partially collapsed lung but has recovered nicely.
It’s time to announce the winner of our latest caption contest, and what a contest it was. First off, many thanks to Dexter the Dachshund for actually retrieving the bumper during our quasi-photo shoot. Who would have thought?
And big thumbs up to the gang at Zink Calls for our prize: a great Power Hen 2 duck call ($125). But let’s get on with it.
My first duck season with Pritch is just a memory now. But our last hunt is one that I will remember for a long time. My nephew, who was hunting with me that day, likes to refer to it as the wrestling match in the swamp—Pritch versus me.
Okay, folks. The response to the last Man’s Best Friend caption contest was spectacular, and many of you expressed desire for another chance to win big. So here it comes.
We’ve got a pretty great image of, ummm, an atypical gun dog, and we need your editorial touch.
You don’t have to spend too much time bumming around the gun dog world before you hear people pitting field trial dogs against meat dogs. The way I often hear it related, the field trial dog is one of style, grace, speed, and good looks, while the meat dog is a nose to the ground, hard charging, no-nonsense workhorse. Almost a white-collar, blue-collar distinction, if you will.
A fellow in the field trial camp put it this way (in a hunting forum) when it came to bird dogs recently:
I’m often asked about the perks of owning a gun dog. The answers are legion, but one of the best is that I hunt more, which means more wild-bird dinners. During the season, and long after, our menu ranges from dove to ducks, and most recently quail.
As I’ve said before, I’m no chef, but my wonderful wife is a maestro in the kitchen. So I turned these birds over to her. Jenny found a recipe in a new cookbook by Chris and Idie Hastings of the Hot and Hot Fish Club in Birmingham, Alabama. Chris, whom I’ve met briefly, is a bird hunter and a dog guy—the good chef prefers setters. He’s also one hell of a cook. For our meal, Jenny handled the prep and the sides (in this case, roasted winter veggies and couscous) and I manned the grill. Here’s how we did up the birds:
Sometimes I see something about dogs that just mesmerizes me. And while I never thought I’d be fascinated by a commercial about dog food, this one did it for me.
Enjoy. And for the record, I am not associated with Pedigree at any level.