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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

I've reached 45 pounds.

The last two months have been very eventful. Not only did I gain 15 pounds, my energy level seems to have doubled. Put that together with both Riley and the Big Guy being operated on, I've had to take on my training by myself. I miss Riley on the hill showing me how to find birds and how to use the different wind directions to my advantage, but the Big Guy just as well stay in the truck while I train. He moves so much slower now that I can't really range out there, like Riley taught me.. Oh well, it's better than sitting in the living room watching Riley heal up. Besides we still need him to drive us around.
I got a shocking lesson on what snakes are about two weeks ago. The Big Guy took me down to a park where there were a bunch of other dogs. I figured he was going to introduce me to other hunting dogs and let me play with some of them since Riley can't play for a month or more. But no, he just walked me around the park on a leash. I figured he was showing me off to this guy walking along with us. As I rounded a tree, there was a snake right there. As I moved in to take a better look the snake jumped at me. I thought I got out of the way fast enough but he must have bit me in the neck because it burned like heck for a second. I ran away being a little vocal. I was ready to get out of the park but the Big Guy insisted we keep walking around the park with the other dogs. Sure enough, we ran into a couple of other snakes before we left. Those darn things are telepathic. Even when I got away from them they inflicted a burning pain in my neck. The Big Guy says there are a lot of snakes out where we train and hunt so I'm going to keep my nose, ears and eyes on lookout for possible encounters. I guess the guy that was walking with us wasn't too impressed with me because he soon left and went off with some other dog.
I also have learned not to trust everything the Big Guy says. Today while training, we stopped for a moment to rest his leg and he told me stories of his past dogs. One of them was about my great grandpa Tucker and how his nose was so good he  could find a chukar on a paved parking lot. Come on, what would a chukar be doing on a parking lot. I've heard a lot about Tucker and I know he wouldn't even waste his time there. The Big Guy also said that no one else has ever hunted this mountain. It's a secret spot found by Tucker and him.
I found this shotgun shell on the hill. I know I'm supposed to be color blind but I still know the difference between a twelve and twenty gauge shell and this is a twenty and the Big Guy shoots a twelve. Either he is naïve or quite a story teller.
I'll keep him around though. Even as slow as he is he still packs water and food for me on the hill. I'm learning how to drink out of a squirt bottle without losing much on the ground.
 
Besides getting drinks occasionally I'm learning that when you're chukar hunting you'd better take advantage of shade when you find it. Many of the places we go doesn't have much shade.
The birds we are encountering are very different. So far I've got to point grouse, quail, pheasant, huns and chukars. The grouse and pheasants have already had babies that are big enough to fly but the huns, chukars and quail still are only in pairs. The grouse are best for training this time of the year because there are lot's of creeks and mud puddles to roll in where they're at. I pointed several times today for the Big Guy but only twice produced birds.
Both times a pair of chukars. I let the Big Guy flush the birds to humor him. He carries a frozen chukar (he thinks I don't know he has) and a gun and pretends to shoot when the birds flush and then either drops the chukar  on the ground or tosses it if he thinks I'm not looking. Little does he know that I'm perfectly aware that it is the same bird every time. I fetch it at his request mainly so I can see the big grin on his face as he calls me a good boy.  Humans will fall for anything.
Hunting season is three months away and I'll be ready. I'm hoping Riley heals up by then. I could sure use him for some fine tuning when it comes to chukar hunting. He's a tough old boy and has been through hell the last 40 days and he's lost a lot of muscle mass but if any dog can overcome his injuries, Riley can. Now the Big Guy is a different issue. Humans are kind of fragile and I'm going to have to use a lot of dog psychology to get him back on his game. If he plans on having a good chukar season he's going to have to keep up with me. I'm not going to go soft on him when it comes to the real deal. And if Riley get's better, the Big Guy is going to wish he had wings on his feet trying to keep up with the two of us.
I know the Big Guy is hoping for Riley's return and so am I. Although I love finding the birds myself, working with such a pro is fun. Besides, the way I understand it, all of the Big Guy's hunting companions have girl dog's. I don't know if I'm ready for that yet. If we don't watch out, pretty soon they'll be letting the females ride up front with us. Another thing I wish I could teach these humans is to quit saying I'm cute. It embarrasses me in front of the other dogs. I'm a chukar dog and we're tough not cute.
   

2 comments:

jc said...

45lbs!!!! He's as big as Neka now. Gotta catch up soon.

larry szurgot said...

John, I'm guessing he'll be about 60 to 65 pounds at maturity. Perfect for me. Now if I can get him to cover ground like Neka.