Monday, September 5, 2016

Competition in the dove field

Pete and I had a great time on the opener in Imperial County, California. The weather was very warm (112 degrees F) by one o'clock on the 31st when we were scouting locations. The opener was a bit cooler with a slight breeze. We did well enough to return on Saturday to try for a few more birds.

During the Saturday shoot Pete downed a whitewing in heavy brush. Going to retrieve his bird he was warned off by the buzzing of a rattlesnake. Not long after we found this four foot long rattler swallowing a whitewing dove. This is likely the same bird Pete downed a little earlier. Be careful out there...


Monday, July 25, 2016

A dog's life could be a lot better

I was in Jamaica last month. Jamaica, like most third world countries, is hard on animals - especially dogs. Over the years we have adopted a number of dogs at our place in Jamaica and fed quite a few as well. Daily survival for many people in Jamaica does not leave much bandwidth for caring for animals. 

In 2009 Tammy Browne of Montego Bay, Jamaica committed to action on behalf of these stray animals that would otherwise have short and hungry lives. The Montego Bay Animal Haven began. Tammy funded this out of her own pocket and she shelters these dogs at her home near Montego Bay. Since 2009, approximately 1,000 animals have been re-homed. Tammy is active in education at schools in Jamaica and is promoting animal wellness with a rolling programme of clinics, run in conjunction with both local and overseas veterinary professionals. When I spoke with Tammy, she had nearly 100 dogs in her care. These dogs are mostly medium sized, brown "street dogs"… what Tammy calls Royal Caribbean Terriers. This work is a full-time job, but not a paying business. She depends on donations to do this work. 

Interestingly, and counter to the claims made by HSUS and other organizations that appeal for funds to 'save the animals', no kill shelters in many parts of the USA seem to have a shortage of adoptable dogs and are importing them from Mexico, the Phillipines, Bosnia, and Jamaica. Tammy has established a relationship with Baypath Humane Society, a no-kill shelter based in Boston, MA.



It is, in my experience, rare to find someone with the courage and commitment to act as Tammy has done. But knowing her, I cannot imagine that she would do otherwise. If you would like to help, send a check to:


MBAH
PO Box 7022
Reading PO,
St James, Jamaica
I promise that your dollars will be well spent.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

A master passes

"It is easy to forget that we die only seven times more slowly than our dogs."-- Jim Harrison, The Road Home

Rest in Peace, Jim. You lived life and instructed us all.

Monday, March 14, 2016

L. J. -- First trial, first placement

The youngest of my dogs, L.J. (for Little John) is 14 months old. He is the pup that had his airway cleared recently by surgery on his elongated soft palate. He is still in Montana with John McItrot while I recover from surgery for back ailments.

I had asked John to put L.J. in the derby at the Great Falls trial if the entry permitted and he thought L.J. was ready. I thought it would be good experience for the young dog.

Got a text from John on the weekend. L. J. placed second in the All-Age Derby event with a nice run. So his qualification is now in hand and we can move forward with his training.

John McIltrot styles up L.J. in a training session. Leaving L.J. in Montana for development and training was the right thing for him, I think.

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Eagles at work

Saw this on BBC this AM...

Eagles trained to take down drones

Continue on.

Monday, January 25, 2016

McGuane goes bird hunting

I can't seem to get enough of Tom McGuane. His writing, anyway. His pithy, pointed and pungent phrasing - please note the alliteration here - always seems to be on target. In this short, self deprecating essay Tom is going pheasant hunting with his pointer, Molly…

    ...As I get ready Molly stays close to me, prancing like a cheerleader. A small cloud of butterflies dances across the tractor ruts and Molly makes after them like a rocking horse but returns to my side when I whistle.
   All right, ready to go. "find some birds," I tell her. She gives me one last look, as though from the cockpit of a fighter plane, and pours it on. I don't believe this. My heart begins to sink as she ticks off the first 880 and I realize nothing has changed. 
   I walk gloomily along a shelter belt of Lombardy poplars with only the vaguest reference to the to the shrinking liver-and-white form in the distance. At the far end of the field, I see her stop, lock up on point, then selfishly pounce into the middle of the birds. Gloom. Gloom. Pheasants scatter. But wait -- my God! They're flying this way.
   Like the lowest kind of dry-gulch artist, I crouch in the hedgerow. The pheasants keep coming, Molly yelping along behind. At fifty yards I rise to the balls of my feet. At twenty I stand up out of the brambles and… shoot a double! Two cock pheasants tumble. I scramble around to gather them up before my dog can rend and eat them. 
   I hang the handsome birds from my belt. Their rich, satisfying odor keeps man's best friend trot ting along at my side. Now and again I hear her teeth click lightly. There is a spring I know near the thorn grove where I can gather some wild, peppery watercress for our game dinner.
   At last that perfect symbiosis between man and his dog! I finally feel Molly is as good a hunter as I am. 
   We approach the Land Rover. The cloud of butterflies blows across the tractor ruts again, and I check myself from pursuit.

MOLLY from An Outside Chance by Thomas McGuane

Wish I was here












A couple years ago. Pete, Clair and I went to hunt prairie chickens in Nebraska. As usual, Clair took a number of excellent photos. The one above is my favorite. Ted and Rosie pointing birds, Pete and I moving up to flush. And, yes, we downed a couple birds.