Hunting----Dog Pics

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Some good looking dogs. I’ll have to dig down in the archives and find some more pics. Had 2 great labs after Buck but that golden had the best nose of any retriever I ever shot over. He really did differentiate between the smell of roosters and hens.
I told the story long ago about a 1 day hunt in Iowa with a gentleman from Spain. I was hired as a guide and dog handler for the day as a last minute sub for a guide that got sick for this VIP and his interpreter. We had a catered lunch delivered to us in the field. He had hunted all over the world and had a custom side by side that malfunctioned right out of the custom fitted case. I offered him a choice of borrowing my 12g browning bss or an 870 wingmaster 20 gauge. He took the 20 and shot it very well.
At the end of the day he wanted to buy my dog and my shotgun! He sent his driver/interpreter into town to bring back a steak for Buck!
That one dog ranged cover in front of 3 shooters and worked his butt off and every retrieve was textbook that day. We shot our limit of 9 wild roosters and the Spaniard was smiling and waving when his driver pulled out of the field in a limo. The dog was too tired to load up in the Jeep on his own and I had to lift him in.
 
My first dog was a yellow lab named Cindy. Over 45 years ago, how time flies. Some friends and I were hunting pheasants along the Boise River and somebody in the group winged a rooster. It was high when he shot it and as pheasants will do it went on a long glide path. Said path took it across the river and at least 50 yards further out into some heavy brush and undergrowth.
I tried to stop Cindy from going into the river after the the bird but someone had shot and she knew the bird was hit and there was no stopping her. She swam across about 50 yards of quite vigorous current and disappeared into the brush on the opposite bank. I was irritated with her for not minding and our group continued on hunting away from there.
About 15 minutes had past and we were well down the river and I was beginning to be concerned about leaving the dog. As I’m looking around feeling quite irresponsible here comes Cindy out of the weeds with the rooster in her mouth. I remember thinking it was good to have a water dog retrieving pheasants on that day.
Nothing like the dedication of a good dog. And I’ve been blessed to have a lot of them.
 
98 lbs. he is quite long. He has the best nose out of all the dogs I’ve ever had. Would’ve made a great drug or bomb dog. If I was smart I’d get some pups out of him and train them.
 
98 lbs. he is quite long. He has the best nose out of all the dogs I’ve ever had. Would’ve made a great drug or bomb dog. If I was smart I’d get some pups out of him and train them.
Don't let good bloodlines die. They're getting hard to find.
It can be hard to find an equally good female though.
His name fits him.
 
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