Took ole tanner out to do a little training on birds with a 38 Special loaded with primers. Tan is mostly a house dog but damn it , he needs to do what he does..
The first pheasant hen we stumble into he looks like "WOW big bird". We jump, really stumble into two more hens and he is looking at the birds in flight and I pop off a primer, he's not scared, just looks at me with "did you do that" look. Jump a rooster way off and the just looks and follows the path.
We round a large clump of grass and he just locks up. Tail up like a statue. I'm thinking that's my boy, he's the champ. Then I round the grass and he's pointing a rusty 5 gallon bucket.
I laugh so hard, I'm going to limit out on rusty buckets and weird looking junk iron...
He's still a great dog, and I'll have fun with him even if I never shoot over him.
Smart dog, sometimes too smart.
He was just playing with you. 'Keep you on your toes.
There's no sort of
about it. They do