New duck dog
Today I present a new duck dog. He went on his first hunt this morning, riding out in the bow of the duck boat – calm, secure, under quiet control. He was excited, but well contained.
When we arrived and set up to hunt, he easily positioned at his station to watch for birds, even though he didn’t know fully what to expect. After all, only hunting is hunting.
His first retrieve of a wild duck was a water blind because he had looked at other birds, and missed this one falling. Only about 35 yards, still he swam through the decoys and one-whistled it. I’m proud and happy about this, as anyone would be. But I also expected most of this, and that’s really the point. We waited. Last Saturday Moose turned 21 months old. He is mature and has the tools for the job.
I offer him as one of many good examples because I know others among us have also given their young dogs the right start before throwing them into their life’s work. I also offer this story because I, like so many of you, want to share the joy of my own duck dog on his first day’s hunt.