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January 15, 2010
The Most Unbelievable Retrieve I've Ever Seen
By Jay Cassell
A guest post by Field & Stream Deputy Editor Jay Cassell
Last month, just before Christmas, I was offered the chance to go duck hunting out of Bay Flats Lodge in the Seadrift, Texas, a picturesque town on San Antonio Bay, west of 20-mile-long Matagorda Island. Each morning we’d get up at 4, grab a quick breakfast, then blast off in airboats to blinds strategically located around the bay. Our quarry was mostly pintails early in the morning, then redheads in the late morning. Green-winged teal, gadwalls and spoonbills also ended up in our daily bag. That’s not why I’m writing, though. I’m writing because the first morning, I saw a black Lab---curiously named Red, who’s 2 years old--- make the most unbelievable retrieve.
One of our group of four hunters knocked down a redhead pretty early in the morning. It wasn’t a solid hit, and when the bird hit the water, it started swimming toward open water. Red, shivering from excitement, got the ‘go’ sign from his owner-handler, TJ, and dove into the water, swimming hard through the decoys and out after that duck. Soon he was 50 yards out, then 100. As he neared the bird, it took off, trying to fly, staying just feet ahead of its pursuer. 200 yards, 300 – before we knew it, both bird and dog were specks on the horizon.
“He won’t come back without that bird,” TJ, predicted. Time passed. While Red was gone, now apparently chasing the bird along the shore of an island at least half a mile away, a flock of pintails came in and we downed a few.
Congratulating ourselves on our shooting, someone yelled, “Whoa, here comes Red.” And there he was, just a dot in the water, heading our way, a bird obviously in his mouth. It took him a full 20 minutes to get back to us; when he did, he promptly delivered the drake redhead into TJ’s hand, took a breath, then dashed back into the decoys, picking up the two pintails he had noticed on his way back.
I have always respected Labradors, but that retrieve was just over the top. What persistence! That made the morning a success, even if we hadn’t taken more ducks. If you want to check some photos for the rest of my hunt, click here or on the photo above. If you’ve got some good dog retrieval stories of your own, we’d definitely like to hear about them. – Jay Cassell
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Attaboy red!
Good Dog!
From the face shot, I'd say that he is a tall American Lab about 85-95 pounds like my dog. Those big tall labs are real swimmers. I know mine is.
A brick wall can't keep a lab away from his duck.
Some Labs do not have 'quit' as part of their natural programming. I have had to jump in to retrieve one of mine before, just because he would rather sink trying with the duck than not bring it back!
I'm not the greatest wing shot. I don't consider myself a super duck hunter, although I love it. As it would happen I'm getting ready to go two different places this weekend if my knee will hold up. Watching a great retrieve is what I get off on. I bet that was a memory of a lifetime there!
Good dog Red!!!
Damn, y'all just made my day!
Sometimes that persistence can be a curse. I've had to launch the canoe to chase my lab as he chased a cripped wood duck down the Cape Fear River. Even when I caught up with him a half-mile downriver, he didn't want to quit and come into the boat.
Two years ago I was hunting pheasant in Kansas with Destry, my 12 year old brittany. A line of us were walking through a field, when a rooster got up on the right side of the line. It flew down along the line, and you could see that several people hit the bird. It kept flying, going half a mile over some cover that was too rough for us to walk through, when we saw it fold, dropping in the roughest stuff, half a mile away. The only comments made were, "we're never gonna find that bird." Two minutes later Destry came back with the bird in his mouth. He's watched it flying all that distance, and when it went down, he went and got it. Marvelous retrieve.
You gotta respect that kind of work ethic, wherever you find it.
It's a good thing Red was a young dog. Crippling a diver duck like that is always risky. I've had a dog go out of sight after a crippled goldeneye. It kept diving on her and she wouldn't give up. With puddle ducks she had learned to keep after em when they dive and eventually she'd be able to reach out and hold em under with her front paws until they came up close enough to clamp. But that goldeneye went straight down and no chance for that. As I recall these ducks can dive up to 180 feet! It wouuld come up again fifty or more yards away. After about twenty minutes out of sight Cocoa finally came back with the duck but she was swimming REAL slow. I'm guessing the bird was finally getting kinda soggy and quit diving. After that I made sure to keep pounding crippled divers till they were dead. A couple of shells aren't worth losing a dog.
When I was growing up a friend told me about hunting with his black Lab on the Columbia river. They knocked down a big Canada goose and sent the dog after it. Turns out the goose was not ready to give up and it swam out into the main current. Ignoring much shouting and calling, the lab swam after the goose and disappeared around the bend. My friend figured that he'd seen the last of his beloved lab, who would probably end up in the Pacific ocean. Forty-five minutes later, the lab came trotting down the road behind them, dragging the dead goose no less! Gotta love them labs.
Of course, it is about "The Dawgz!"
My dad told me about the hunt he had with my year and a half old black lab,Boomer. My dad will take him hunting sometimes when I can't because of being in school. He told me that he was giving his Best Dog of the Year Award to Boomer because he had rocked a pheasant that flew some hundred to two hundred yards and landed in a CRP draw of our neighbor's. My dad figured that he wouldn't see that bird again but sure enough Boomer took off after it. Dad said he waited about 10 minutes and sure enough Boomer came running out of the draw with the pheasant in his mouth. My dad thought it was amazing. This is only one reason why I love my Lab Boomer.
I am careful about where I send my Lab in big water and ice. He does not quit.
"As a breed they are...capable of intense single-mindedness and focus if motivated or their interest is caught."
...Yup.
Awesome dogs. I've got a yellow one, she is fat, has no since of smell, and is extremely low in intelligence as far as labs go. God I love her!
I grew up in Virginia with a Black Lab and was always amazed at his energy and "c'mon, let's go!" attitude. Not surprised that this Lab had what seems to be a splendid characteristic of the breed. Good dog!
WOW AMAZING, GREAT DOG!
My last black lab had a particularly useful retrieving skill. She slept next to our bed on the third floor of our Colorado mountain home. In the morning I would peek off the edge of the bed and tell her, "Fetch the paper!" Off she would go, down two flights of stairs and out the dog door. She'd run to the end of the driveway, pick up the paper in its plastic sleeve, then head back to the house. She'd charge back through the dog door, up two flights of stairs, and sit down next to the bed, paper in mouth and tail wagging furiously. On snowy mornings it took a bit longer for her to find where the paper was buried, but she never missed a retrieve. She made me feel like the best dog trainer in the world, but it was all her.
sounds like an amazing retrieve wish my lab was that great
Great retrieve! My lab is very single minded and won't give up on a retrieve. One of the traits I love about the breed.
That's awesome. Hope one day I'll have a lab do something similar. And you guys will be some of the first to know!
You rea;;y have to love dogs like that one!
American, English, or Asian? They're no more American than the Cajuns that bred them before they were "discovered" by white folks in 1662. They were bred for behavior. The herd was the origin of "Labradors and Newfoundlands," Anything could and can pop up. A long retrieve is nothing for these guys. The astute observer will find them to be a wealth of mental (spiritual) capabilities.
I GOT MY 1ST LAB IN 1990 & HAVE HAD AT LEAST 1 EVER SINCE I CURRENTLY HAVE A SON FROM MY 1ST LAB AND AM PLANNING ON BREEDING HIM TO MY FEMALE THIS SPRING. YOU HAVE TO LOVE THIS BREED FOR THEIR DEVOTION, LOYALTY, VERSATILITY, POWER, & INTENSITY AS WELL AS THEIR MANY OTHER GREAT TRAITS. I CAN'T EVER IMAGINE A DAY OF MY LIFE WITHOUT AT LEAST 1 OF THESE AMAZING COMPANIONS AT MY FEET. AS MY FIRST LAB GOT UP IN YEARS AND STARTED HAVING PROBLEMS WITH ARTHRITIS AND OTHER LITTLE ACHES & PAINS ON HIS WORST DAY ALL I HAD TO SAY "STAR YOU WANT GO HUNTING" & HE WOULD BE BOUNCING AT THE FRONT DOOR READY TO GO. HE DEFINITELY PASSED HIS BEST TRAITS ON TO HIS SON AND HOPEFULLY THEY WILL BE PASSED ON AGAIN IN THE SPRING.
Thank you for the story once again illustrating the wonder of these magnificent animals.
This ain't no sh_t. (most army stories start with that phrase) Last year Billy D and yours truly was duck hunting at Cheyenne Bottoms in Central Kansas. A huge giant Canada goose came by and we hit him with everything we had. That goose shook but kept on going clean over the horizen in the direction of Oklahoma. My dog Jill ran out to the highway, flagged down a truck, jumped in and took off headed South. We thought we would never see her again. Two days later she showed up at home with that big goose already plucked and ready for the oven.
Del
My lab went out in the bay after a goose the other week. The weather was stormy with three foot waves. We thought he was lost and gone forever. A few hours later a U.S. Coast Guard Cutter picked him up and radioed for a helicopter to come get him. Later that evening, he was delivered home with a thank you note from the Chief Petty Officer's Mess thanking me for the fine goose dinner. Now that my friend is a No $h1tter.
Currently my GSH Jill is learning to reload ammo for me. The problem is she doesn't have an opposing thumb to hold on to the Rockchucker handle.
I understand. Brave can't use the press either. He just retrieves all my empty hulls and sorts the 3" from the 3 1/2" and buries the Estate and Fiocchi hulls.
That is pretty sweet!
I hunted ringnecks with an unbelievable dog one time. A person should really enjoy and savor the moments with a dogs like that. Usually a hunter will have only one dog like that in a lifetime. Dogs are like wives when you find a good one hang on to her.
WA Mtnhunter and Del-
Ya'll should write a book about your dogs, and include some training tips for those of us less versed in the finer points of dog training to such a degree.
One more story about my black Lab, Sydney, the newspaper fetcher.
We were visiting relatives in a small town in New Mexico. When we got up in the morning, Sydney let me know that she needed to go outside. There was a cranky Great Dane living in the backyard, so I couldn't let her out there. The house was on a quiet street on the edge of town, and I wasn't worried about traffic, so I just let her out into the front yard.
About ten minutes later she barked at the front door. I opened the door, and found that she had collected every newspaper in the neighborhood, about fifteen in all. She was very proud of herself as she stood astride that pile of newspapers.
Now I suppose I should add, for some of you "creative" types, that I never did get her involved in reloading. I just got her a paper route and bought new ammo with the extra money that she made.
Wapiti
You got me one that one!
crm3006
That book I could write would be about an "art" alright, but it would not be about dog training. I learned everything I know about dog training from the black dog.
Kidding aside, my Lab went after 2 snow geese I simultaneously knocked down yesterday about 60 yards away. He grabbed the near one and kept going after the cripple trying to get airborne. He dropped the one and grabbed the other, alternating until he had one in his mouth and was standing on the other one pinning it to the ground looking back at me as if to say 'Hurry up, Pops, I need some help here'. That is a real recap, not a 'No $h1%&er'.
WA Mtnhunter-
One time, hunting quail with my Father and a friend, I saw a small liver and white pointer retrieve a dead bird,
and while fetching it back, stop and point to the spot where the covey had flushed from. My Father, thinking that she was scent pointing, told me to move up and show her there was no bird there. I did, and a lay bird flushed from almost under my boot. I managed to recover enough to kill the bird, whereupon, Sally gave me the bird she was still holding in her mouth, and went to fetch my lucky shot.
crm3006
Nothing beats a good gun dog!
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A brick wall can't keep a lab away from his duck.
You gotta respect that kind of work ethic, wherever you find it.
I am careful about where I send my Lab in big water and ice. He does not quit.
Attaboy red!
Good Dog!
From the face shot, I'd say that he is a tall American Lab about 85-95 pounds like my dog. Those big tall labs are real swimmers. I know mine is.
Some Labs do not have 'quit' as part of their natural programming. I have had to jump in to retrieve one of mine before, just because he would rather sink trying with the duck than not bring it back!
I'm not the greatest wing shot. I don't consider myself a super duck hunter, although I love it. As it would happen I'm getting ready to go two different places this weekend if my knee will hold up. Watching a great retrieve is what I get off on. I bet that was a memory of a lifetime there!
Good dog Red!!!
Damn, y'all just made my day!
Sometimes that persistence can be a curse. I've had to launch the canoe to chase my lab as he chased a cripped wood duck down the Cape Fear River. Even when I caught up with him a half-mile downriver, he didn't want to quit and come into the boat.
Two years ago I was hunting pheasant in Kansas with Destry, my 12 year old brittany. A line of us were walking through a field, when a rooster got up on the right side of the line. It flew down along the line, and you could see that several people hit the bird. It kept flying, going half a mile over some cover that was too rough for us to walk through, when we saw it fold, dropping in the roughest stuff, half a mile away. The only comments made were, "we're never gonna find that bird." Two minutes later Destry came back with the bird in his mouth. He's watched it flying all that distance, and when it went down, he went and got it. Marvelous retrieve.
It's a good thing Red was a young dog. Crippling a diver duck like that is always risky. I've had a dog go out of sight after a crippled goldeneye. It kept diving on her and she wouldn't give up. With puddle ducks she had learned to keep after em when they dive and eventually she'd be able to reach out and hold em under with her front paws until they came up close enough to clamp. But that goldeneye went straight down and no chance for that. As I recall these ducks can dive up to 180 feet! It wouuld come up again fifty or more yards away. After about twenty minutes out of sight Cocoa finally came back with the duck but she was swimming REAL slow. I'm guessing the bird was finally getting kinda soggy and quit diving. After that I made sure to keep pounding crippled divers till they were dead. A couple of shells aren't worth losing a dog.
"As a breed they are...capable of intense single-mindedness and focus if motivated or their interest is caught."
...Yup.
Awesome dogs. I've got a yellow one, she is fat, has no since of smell, and is extremely low in intelligence as far as labs go. God I love her!
I grew up in Virginia with a Black Lab and was always amazed at his energy and "c'mon, let's go!" attitude. Not surprised that this Lab had what seems to be a splendid characteristic of the breed. Good dog!
Great retrieve! My lab is very single minded and won't give up on a retrieve. One of the traits I love about the breed.
When I was growing up a friend told me about hunting with his black Lab on the Columbia river. They knocked down a big Canada goose and sent the dog after it. Turns out the goose was not ready to give up and it swam out into the main current. Ignoring much shouting and calling, the lab swam after the goose and disappeared around the bend. My friend figured that he'd seen the last of his beloved lab, who would probably end up in the Pacific ocean. Forty-five minutes later, the lab came trotting down the road behind them, dragging the dead goose no less! Gotta love them labs.
sounds like an amazing retrieve wish my lab was that great
This ain't no sh_t. (most army stories start with that phrase) Last year Billy D and yours truly was duck hunting at Cheyenne Bottoms in Central Kansas. A huge giant Canada goose came by and we hit him with everything we had. That goose shook but kept on going clean over the horizen in the direction of Oklahoma. My dog Jill ran out to the highway, flagged down a truck, jumped in and took off headed South. We thought we would never see her again. Two days later she showed up at home with that big goose already plucked and ready for the oven.
My dad told me about the hunt he had with my year and a half old black lab,Boomer. My dad will take him hunting sometimes when I can't because of being in school. He told me that he was giving his Best Dog of the Year Award to Boomer because he had rocked a pheasant that flew some hundred to two hundred yards and landed in a CRP draw of our neighbor's. My dad figured that he wouldn't see that bird again but sure enough Boomer took off after it. Dad said he waited about 10 minutes and sure enough Boomer came running out of the draw with the pheasant in his mouth. My dad thought it was amazing. This is only one reason why I love my Lab Boomer.
My last black lab had a particularly useful retrieving skill. She slept next to our bed on the third floor of our Colorado mountain home. In the morning I would peek off the edge of the bed and tell her, "Fetch the paper!" Off she would go, down two flights of stairs and out the dog door. She'd run to the end of the driveway, pick up the paper in its plastic sleeve, then head back to the house. She'd charge back through the dog door, up two flights of stairs, and sit down next to the bed, paper in mouth and tail wagging furiously. On snowy mornings it took a bit longer for her to find where the paper was buried, but she never missed a retrieve. She made me feel like the best dog trainer in the world, but it was all her.
That's awesome. Hope one day I'll have a lab do something similar. And you guys will be some of the first to know!
American, English, or Asian? They're no more American than the Cajuns that bred them before they were "discovered" by white folks in 1662. They were bred for behavior. The herd was the origin of "Labradors and Newfoundlands," Anything could and can pop up. A long retrieve is nothing for these guys. The astute observer will find them to be a wealth of mental (spiritual) capabilities.
Del
My lab went out in the bay after a goose the other week. The weather was stormy with three foot waves. We thought he was lost and gone forever. A few hours later a U.S. Coast Guard Cutter picked him up and radioed for a helicopter to come get him. Later that evening, he was delivered home with a thank you note from the Chief Petty Officer's Mess thanking me for the fine goose dinner. Now that my friend is a No $h1tter.
Of course, it is about "The Dawgz!"
WOW AMAZING, GREAT DOG!
You rea;;y have to love dogs like that one!
I GOT MY 1ST LAB IN 1990 & HAVE HAD AT LEAST 1 EVER SINCE I CURRENTLY HAVE A SON FROM MY 1ST LAB AND AM PLANNING ON BREEDING HIM TO MY FEMALE THIS SPRING. YOU HAVE TO LOVE THIS BREED FOR THEIR DEVOTION, LOYALTY, VERSATILITY, POWER, & INTENSITY AS WELL AS THEIR MANY OTHER GREAT TRAITS. I CAN'T EVER IMAGINE A DAY OF MY LIFE WITHOUT AT LEAST 1 OF THESE AMAZING COMPANIONS AT MY FEET. AS MY FIRST LAB GOT UP IN YEARS AND STARTED HAVING PROBLEMS WITH ARTHRITIS AND OTHER LITTLE ACHES & PAINS ON HIS WORST DAY ALL I HAD TO SAY "STAR YOU WANT GO HUNTING" & HE WOULD BE BOUNCING AT THE FRONT DOOR READY TO GO. HE DEFINITELY PASSED HIS BEST TRAITS ON TO HIS SON AND HOPEFULLY THEY WILL BE PASSED ON AGAIN IN THE SPRING.
Thank you for the story once again illustrating the wonder of these magnificent animals.
Currently my GSH Jill is learning to reload ammo for me. The problem is she doesn't have an opposing thumb to hold on to the Rockchucker handle.
I understand. Brave can't use the press either. He just retrieves all my empty hulls and sorts the 3" from the 3 1/2" and buries the Estate and Fiocchi hulls.
I hunted ringnecks with an unbelievable dog one time. A person should really enjoy and savor the moments with a dogs like that. Usually a hunter will have only one dog like that in a lifetime. Dogs are like wives when you find a good one hang on to her.
WA Mtnhunter and Del-
Ya'll should write a book about your dogs, and include some training tips for those of us less versed in the finer points of dog training to such a degree.
One more story about my black Lab, Sydney, the newspaper fetcher.
We were visiting relatives in a small town in New Mexico. When we got up in the morning, Sydney let me know that she needed to go outside. There was a cranky Great Dane living in the backyard, so I couldn't let her out there. The house was on a quiet street on the edge of town, and I wasn't worried about traffic, so I just let her out into the front yard.
About ten minutes later she barked at the front door. I opened the door, and found that she had collected every newspaper in the neighborhood, about fifteen in all. She was very proud of herself as she stood astride that pile of newspapers.
Now I suppose I should add, for some of you "creative" types, that I never did get her involved in reloading. I just got her a paper route and bought new ammo with the extra money that she made.
Wapiti
You got me one that one!
crm3006
That book I could write would be about an "art" alright, but it would not be about dog training. I learned everything I know about dog training from the black dog.
Kidding aside, my Lab went after 2 snow geese I simultaneously knocked down yesterday about 60 yards away. He grabbed the near one and kept going after the cripple trying to get airborne. He dropped the one and grabbed the other, alternating until he had one in his mouth and was standing on the other one pinning it to the ground looking back at me as if to say 'Hurry up, Pops, I need some help here'. That is a real recap, not a 'No $h1%&er'.
WA Mtnhunter-
One time, hunting quail with my Father and a friend, I saw a small liver and white pointer retrieve a dead bird,
and while fetching it back, stop and point to the spot where the covey had flushed from. My Father, thinking that she was scent pointing, told me to move up and show her there was no bird there. I did, and a lay bird flushed from almost under my boot. I managed to recover enough to kill the bird, whereupon, Sally gave me the bird she was still holding in her mouth, and went to fetch my lucky shot.
crm3006
Nothing beats a good gun dog!
That is pretty sweet!
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