Posts Tagged ‘bird dogs’

Things I Believe about Bird Dogs . . . and you may think I’m an Idiot

Monday, January 30th, 2012

Somebody opened a treat jar somewhere!

  • I believe bird dogs take on personality traits of their owners.

 

  • I believe bird dogs “recognize” individual dogs they’ve “met” before.

 

  • I believe my bird dog can hear the lid of her treat jar from distances greater than sound should be able to travel.

 

  • I believe my bird dog knows if we’re hunting for pheasants versus ruffed grouse when she leaves her truck kennel by assessing the habitat around her.  A forest equals ruffed grouse, while grasses equal pheasants.

 

  • I believe bird dogs recognize their own kind.  Released into a group of other bird dogs, I’ve watched golden retrievers sniff other goldens first, Labs sniff Labs first . . . same goes for shorthairs, Brittanys, and springers.

 

  • I believe bird dogs are the key ingredient to getting a new generation interested in bird hunting and wildlife habitat conservation.

 

 

  • I believe bird dogs enjoy fireplaces, sleeping in on Sundays and quality habitat as much as his/her hunting master.

 

  • I believe if you name your bird dog “Trouble,” “Tank,” “Precious,” or “Crash,” then that dog is going to live up to their dubious name.

 

What about you?  Are there things you believe about your bird dog that may be considered a little left of center?

 

The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing.  Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.

Meet My First Bird Dog!

Saturday, December 31st, 2011

The quest for "Sprig," the author's first pup, was chronicled in Pheasants Forever's "My First Bird Dogs" series.

The serious search for “My First Bird Dog” began at Pheasants Forever’s National Pheasant Fest* earlier this year. Initially, I’d zeroed in on an English springer spaniel, but after seeing my first-ever English cocker spaniel up close and personal at National Pheasant Fest, I knew. And just before the holiday break, I picked up “Sprig,” a lemon and white female field-bred English cocker, from Thunderstruck Gundogs in Balaton, Minnesota – my first bird dog!

*Speaking now from personal experience, Pheasants Forever’s National Pheasant Fest & Quail Classic is the must-see event for bird dog owners or soon-to-be owners. While I didn’t purchase a pup on the spot, I gained first-hand info from an exhibiting professional dog trainer and his valuable reference on a quality breeder closer to my home. This year’s show is in Kansas City on February 17, 18 & 19.

An English cocker is the perfect fit for me: A close-working dog – check; adept in the grasslands and wetlands – check; a small breed that’s sized for my small apartment – check; and good looking to boot – check. The breeder, Mark Mercie, said, in his experience, he found females a bit easier to work with, so I heeded his advice. In fact, in the six-month lead up to getting Sprig, Mercie took many questions from Kaily, my significant other, and I on an all-too-regular basis – I can’t overstate how important this was to us. We picked her up at her seven-week mark, and didn’t have to dangle a pheasant wing or practice puppy psychology as she was the only female in the litter.

As I type this, Sprig is sound asleep on my lap. An hour before, she was treating the flesh of my hands as a chew toy. These are the highs and lows of puppy ownership, but she’ll age so quick – my day is her week, seven times faster than me – that doing anything other than simply enjoying this time is silly.

The “My First Bird Dog” series will now shift gears to the training process, with sights set on the pheasant hunting opener in 2012. The thought of this teething, 6-lb. peanut ever flushing and retrieving a pheasant is a near-foreign concept right now, with dog training like a foreign language. My puppy passport has been punched – know any good translators?

Previous “My First Bird Dog” posts:

Anthony’s Antics Afield is written by Anthony Hauck, Pheasants Forever’s Online Editor. Email Anthony at AHauck@pheasantsforever.org and follow him on Twitter @AnthonyHauckPF.

One Dog’s Torn ACL Breaks Two Hearts

Monday, December 12th, 2011

This past weekend was supposed to be the easiest hunt of the year. A reward for a good dog that performed great all season long. The pup, Beau, and I had already logged plenty of miles in numerous states on essentially nothing but public land. We worked for our birds and we found our birds, but now it was time for our annual pilgrimage to a good friend’s property in South Dakota.

All Beau wants for Christmas is the ability to hit the fields running next fall.

This was supposed to be a cakewalk; what I ended up with was a dog that can’t walk.

By mid-Saturday morning, the action was exactly what I had anticipated. Most birds were flushing wild, but there were enough  “heart attack hens” and tight-holding roosters left to keep all four dogs busy. Beau was flying back and forth and a bit hard to control with so much scent wafting through the air, but I was ok with this. After all, this was supposed to be her payday for a season’s worth of work. Her tail was wagging, feathers were stuck to her muzzle and there was a renewed jump in her step – until that jump slowly morphed into a limp.

It started off as  barely noticeable, just a small hitch in her giddy-up while walking from field to field, but It quicky  escalated to  her rear left leg being hoisted to her gut while she hopped along in front of me. As if to say “I’ll just play it off as no big deal, he’ll still let me hunt,” she tried to stay ahead of me as if nothing was wrong. Not so fast pooch.

She was crated for the rest of the trip and with that, my hunt quickly turned into a nature walk. The spark was gone, the interest fleeting. There I was, hunting with some of my best friends, laughing along the way as we got closer to our limits – but with an unsettling emptiness looming within me. An emptiness I hope will be filled by next fall.

This week Beau was diagnosed with a completely torn Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL). She’s not even two years old, she was just beginning to come into her own and now both she and I have to start over. This past evening she looked up at me while sitting awkwardly next to the kitchen table with the easiest expression I’ve ever read on her face: “I’m sorry.” A look of remorse stared me in the eyes and neither of us knew what to do.

She knows something is wrong but not to what extent. I know what’s wrong but not what this means for our future. Both of our hearts are caught in our throats. By the time her second birthday rolls around in February, hopefully I’ll have more answers. For now all I have is an extra bag of bones and ambiguities.

To have surgery, or not to have surgery, that is the question…

The Over/Under blog is written by Andrew Vavra, Pheasants Forever’s Marketing Specialist.

Please Don’t Name Your Bird Dog “Bob”

Friday, November 18th, 2011

PF's Matt Morlock and his English setter, Bob

I am an admitted bird dog name snob.  I realize that and also admit to having named my bird dog after a has-been baseball player from two decades ago – Trammell.  All that said; I encountered a new dynamic with a bird dog on this year’s Rooster Road Trip in South Dakota.

 

Have you ever been in a field with two hunters named Mike?  Sure, it’s a little confusing, but at least both Mikes can speak for themselves.  However, I bet you haven’t been hunting a field with a bird dog that responds to the same name to which you respond, have you?  Humorously, that’s exactly what happened with Matt Morlock’s English setter, Bob, and I yesterday.

 

Matt and I are friends, but rarely have an opportunity to hunt together.  Consequently, we walked the fields next to each other for an opportunity to chat.  The name confusion arose in the middle of a cattail stand that towered over both our heads.  A rooster flushed in front of Matt and he made a nice swinging shot to drop the bird in the middle of the cattails.  That’s when the instructions for “Bob” to do this and do that began.  Add a howling wind to the tall cattails and you can imagine my confusion about what I was supposed to be doing and what “Bob” the dog was being ordered to do.  It made for a fantastic rendition of “Who’s on First.” 

 

Follow Pheasants Forever’s Rooster Road Trip 2011 at www.RoosterRoadTrip.org, on Facebook , YouTube, and Twitter (#rrt11). 

 

The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing.  Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.

Too Much Pride in My Bird Dog

Monday, November 7th, 2011

My bird dog, Trammell, searching for the scent of a crippled rooster.

Do you suffer from hubris when it comes to your bird dog?  I confess to often displaying symptoms of the affliction.

 

As you may recall from high school English lit class, Odysseus paid dearly for his own hubris in Homer’s epic poem The Odyssey.   Odysseus’ hubris, or excessive pride, led the gods to punish Odysseus by sending him on a ten year journey following the Trojan War to teach humility. 

 

Like Odysseus, I’ve been guilty of having excessive pride in my bird dog, Trammell.  My own hubris became apparent to me while reading Grayson Schaffer’s excellent blog post on the Filson website recently.

 

Below, you’ll find some of my favorites from Mr. Schaffer’s unofficial rules of dog etiquette for people who take their gun dogs seriously.

 

1. You might have the best dog in the field back home, but that likelihood lessens with each mile driven.

 

2. Undersell your dog—always. He’s a better shower than you are a teller.

 

3. Every time you’re about to brag about your dog, stop yourself and compliment another dog’s fine retrieve from the day, instead.

 

4. Only the underdog can overachieve. The best the over-dog can do is meet expectations.

 

7. Never give another guy a hard time about his dog. Believe me, he knows.

 

10. When your dog leans against you, it either means that he’s trying to dominate you or that he has an itch he’d like you to scratch. Your call.

 

After reading Mr. Schaffer’s rules of dog etiquette, I realized that I’ve boasted with pride about my own bird dog far too often during the early days of this pheasant season.  And after my pup’s failure to retrieve two crippled roosters during my most recent pheasant hunt with my good friend “The Captain” Billy Hildebrand, I’ve been burdened by the guilt of my own hubris. 

 

Consequently, with the Rooster Road Trip fast approaching, I felt it appropriate to repent for this hubris.  The last thing I want is to spend 10 years on the road with Andrew and Anthony trying to get home.  Never can be too careful, right?

 

Follow Pheasants Forever’s Rooster Road Trip 2011 at www.RoosterRoadTrip.org, on Facebook , YouTube, and Twitter (#rrt11). 

 

The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing.  Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.

Rooster! 5 Field Tactics to Bag More Birds

Friday, November 4th, 2011

The beauty of pheasant hunting, as stacked against comparable sporting pursuits, is its simplicity. Want to bag more birds? Hunt with a good dog(s), hunt often and hunt hard – this constitutes, in my estimation, more than 90 percent of any pheasant hunter’s success.

Beyond this foundation (and keeping in mind a few timeless principles – find quality habitat, hunt into the wind, hunt the first and last shooting hours, keep quiet, etc.), what are a few tips that will increase the odds of an added rooster or two to your game vest? I can practically guarantee if you follow a few of these, you’ll shoot more ringnecks sooner than later. I know because I found these out the hard way:

A savvy plan in the field can lead to more "Nice shot!" moments. Photo by Anthony Hauck / Pheasants Forever

The Longest Yards. The end of the field is where a pheasant hunter should have a laser-like focus out for a flushing bird. You’ve walked too hard to push the birds to this edge where they will flush.  But something mysterious happens to many hunters these last yards: They mentally check out. Telepathic roosters know to flush when you’re thinking about how good it will feel to sit on the tailgate or the score of The U vs. State. And while we’re referencing football, 100 yards remaining in a field is the perfect time for a self-reminder to stay sharp.

From Point A to B. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, and most pheasant hunters act like it – on deadline. But old roosters don’t run straight lines around good bird dogs, they run circles. Sick of birds getting up behind you? Time to increase the coverage zone. Think of it like your first middle school slow dance: Easy does it and side to side.

A Different Approach. Literally. Park the vehicle in a different approach and walk in from a different direction once in a while. Many pheasant hunters visit the same private or public areas year after year after year, and fall into a habit of navigating said areas a certain way. When it comes to their survival, roosters become educated quick.  Take a different path than the rest have walked and fool ol’ curly spurs.

Opposites Attract. Posting or blocking is my least favorite way to spend a pheasant hunt, specifically because it never, ever seems to work out like you drew it up sandlot-style in the road gravel. But it has its time and place, especially when you know the walkers will suffer mental lapses at push’s end. So the poster/blocker is forced to analytically think about the place a pheasant is likely to flush and position self there. Except those bird brains aren’t nearly as analytical as you, so it’s more like pinpointing when and where an asteroid will hit the earth. My rule is to just do the opposite of whatever the initial plan was. No bird? No worse for the wear.

The Dog is Always Right. Always.

What tactics, time-tested or offbeat, prove effective on your pheasant hunts?

Anthony’s Antics Afield is written by Anthony Hauck, Pheasants Forever’s Online Editor. Email Anthony at AHauck@pheasantsforever.org and follow him on Twitter @AnthonyHauck.

What Was Your First Bird Dog?

Wednesday, September 14th, 2011

"My First Bird Dog" follows one pheasant hunter's journey into bird dog ownership.

After reading a recent “My First Bird Dog” post, the Pheasants Forever blog post series chronicling my journey into bird dog ownership, reader Angela emailed in with a great idea:

“It would be fun for you to request that readers send in stories about their first bird dogs and make them available for others to read,” she wrote. I couldn’t agree more.

There are cute bird dogs and champion bird dogs. Favorite bird dogs and finicky bird dogs. Old bird dogs and odorous bird dogs. Stylish bird dogs and stubborn bird dogs. Untrained bird dogs and unforgettable bird dogs. There are lots of kinds of bird dogs, but each dog owner has only one “first bird dog.”

So let’s hear about your first. What breed? What was its name? How old were you when you got the pup? How did your first bird dog perform in the field? What’s the most memorable moment of that dog?

Anthony’s Antics Afield is written by Anthony Hauck, Pheasants Forever’s Online Editor. Email Anthony at AHauck@pheasantsforever.org and follow him on Twitter @AnthonyHauck.

“Get WIRED!” Wins PF’s Bird Dog Days of Summer Photo Contest

Monday, August 29th, 2011

Congratulations to Michael Caswell of Nashua, Iowa, who’s photo took home the most votes in Pheasants Forever’s Bird Dog Days of Summer Photo Contest. Michael wins a year’s supply of dog food courtesy of Purina, the Official Dog Food of Pheasants Forever, and a Pheasants Forever Dog Life Membership. Here’s Caswell’s winning photo:

Get WIRED! said Michael Caswell, whose contest photo pictured his wirehairs Ashton, Cubby and Elsa.

Thanks to all participants for the more than 400 entries. You can view the entire photo gallery at the Bird Dog Days of Summer event page.

And though the summer bird dog photo contest has come to an end, Pheasants Forever is always on the lookout for great bird dog photos. We profile one bird dog each month In the Kennel in On the Wing, Pheasants Forever’s eNewsletter. Just email your picture(s) to to press@pheasantsforever.org.

Anthony’s Antics Afield is written by Anthony Hauck, Pheasants Forever’s Online Editor. Email Anthony at AHauck@pheasantsforever.org and follow him on Twitter @AnthonyHauck.

Don’t Let GQ Pick Your Bird Dog Breed

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2011

A shorthair makes a great family dog and hunting campanion, while also allowing you to hold onto your "man card." Photo courtesy of PF member Joe Houser.

Apparently, subscribers of GQ magazine have to also send in their “man card” with their $20 check.  At least that’s what I’m left to believe after the publication’s recent “How to Choose Your New Best Friend” online article in which the following sentence leads the story:

 

There are 170 dog breeds, but these four are the only ones you need to know. Whether you want a booze-brunch companion, a half-buddy/half-babysitter mix, or the canine version of Paul Bunyan, we’ve got the right breed for you.

 

My negative foreshadowing probably has you already skeptical about GQ’s suggestions, but for giggles I’ll recount their four recommended dog breeds for guys:

 

1. Brussels Griffon

2. Soft-coated Wheaten Terrier

3. Bullmastiff

4. Australian Shepherd (picked specifically for guys who like to be outdoors . . . really)

 

Needless to say, there’s not a bird dog in the mix.  So if you’re a guy with his man card still intact and looking for a new pup, check out one of these two Pheasants Forever blog posts for a better source of bird dog breed information:

 

The Hunting Dog Top 20 Chart

 

What’s the Most Popular Bird Dog Breed in Pheasants Forever Land?

 

Or you’d also be well served to read the comments to Anthony Hauck’s My First Bird Dog series.

 

 

The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing.  Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.

Reading your Dog’s Getting Birdy “Tells”

Wednesday, July 20th, 2011

I typically have a shotgun in hand rather than a camera when Tram makes one of her birdy "tells." Consequently, here's an action photo of Trammell in search of a birdy scent.

Successful poker players often talk about identifying opposing player’s “tells” in route to victory.  Some card players can’t look others in the eye when they’ve got a good hand, or they start tapping their fingers on the table when they’re bluffing.  Baseball pitchers are known to have similar “tells.”  I can remember one pitcher from high school who would only grunt when delivering a curve ball.  Fastball = no grunt.  Curve = grunt.  I hit pretty well off that guy.

I believe a parallel can be drawn between successful hunter and dog teams.  Without the ability to talk, the hunter is left to interpret the pup’s body language in the field to determine what that dog’s nose is communicating to the rest of its body.  Most of us refer to this interchange of scent to body language as a dog getting “birdy.” 

While there are common traits consistent across bird dogs, I believe each birdy dog’s tells are as unique as batting stances in the Hall of Fame.  In my opinion, the basic birdy dog indicators are a pup’s tail, ears, eyes and pace.  The key to being a successful hunter over your bird dog is honing in on how your dog’s tail, ears, eyes and pace behave when your pup’s hot after a bird. 

My shorthair has a couple of surefire tells.  The biggest indicator for me is the pace at which her tail wags left to right.  The faster it goes, the surer she is to be on a bird’s trail.  Contrastingly, as soon as she believes she’s located it, her tail and the rest of her body goes “rock solid” into a point and her ears are pricked at attention.  In essence, the more statuesque she is, the more certain she has the bird pinned in the cover somewhere in front of her nose.  As long as I’m not behind her, she’ll also make eye contact with me; making sure I see her and know she’s got one located.  While I don’t know if pro dog trainers would encourage or discourage this eye contact, I absolutely get a rush out of the interchange.  To me, it galvanizes the passing of the baton from her job to mine as the shooter. 

While Trammell’s tail and eye contact tells aren’t unique to her, she does have another tell that I’ve yet to witness in anyone else’s bird dog.  When Tram is hot on the trail of a running rooster, but she simply can’t locate it after an extended chase, she’ll let out a whine.  When I hear that whine, I pick up the pace as fast as I safely can with shotgun in hand, because based on past experience that whine tells me she’s on the scent of a wily old rooster that is going to flush before he ever lets her get close on a point.

When it comes to pace as a tell, my buddy Matt Kucharski’s Lab, Lucy, provides my best example.  There is no doubt a dog’s chasing speed picks up as it zeros in on a rooster.  Matt’s Lucy is no exception.  As the scent grows in intensity, so does Lucy’s horse power, until Lucy finally zeros in on a rooster pinned under grass.  At that point, Lucy stops, looks up to locate Matt, and then immediately pounces on the clump of grass concealing the bird. 

What is your dog’s surefire “tell” when on a bird?

The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing.  Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.