Category Archives: Bird Dogs

Cocoa

  Cocoa Climb into the boat dripping wet and shake off, hand him a mangled duck covered in marsh mud, and he gives you half his braunschweiger sandwich, treats you like a gift from the Celtic god Nodens. But come … Continue reading

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On another planet

An early morning walk with birddogs in last week’s -5 degree weather made me painfully aware that we had moved into winter. This morning’s pre-sunrise walk with the grim hand of the thermometer on the deck  pointing to the -30 … Continue reading

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Packing, puttering, and prepping

Hunting seasons ended January 10 in the North Country. After a frantic and frenetic final week of pursuing pheasants, my neurotic drive to go afield dwindled and a sense of calm descended upon the Clubhouse. Abbey and Sasha are asleep … Continue reading

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A brace of woodcock

A BRACE of game birds: plural, two wild birds of the same type that have been killed for sport or food; from the Middle English or Old French word brace (brah-say), meaning “arms” hence a pair; a sporting term that … Continue reading

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The whirr of homeward bound wings

Bobwhite quail are the most obliging of training birds… after being set free and scattered across the hayfield, they call one another back to the cage in the evening, climb in, settle for the night, and are ready to go … Continue reading

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Without tubes and wires

…the best ending would be a sudden heart stoppage when a trio of rooster pheasants or a covey of prairie grouse explodes at my feet as I step in front of my dog Abbey who is locked on point, frozen … Continue reading

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Snow bird

Abbey began to lecture me: “Wahrl-arn-wahrl-yawl!” which, translated from spaniel French to North Country English means “Pheasant season only lasts eleven weeks, you know, and every day spent in the Clubhouse is wasted, lost forever and cannot be regained.” Snow … Continue reading

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