Postby goosebruce » Wed Oct 03, 2007 7:51 am
kewl ideal for a thread. I'm more torn up than a lil black boys bike right now, so bear with the typo's.
West tennessee water blind, down the shore, past a point dogs just picked a bird up on. One of those days theres a whole lot of getting someone to shoot on the honor. Rowdy was maybe 2.5. Kicked him off on the water blind, and was just a lil fat approaching the point (still in window, I could have let him keep that line past the point). Blew whistle (he turns left, point on right), and gave him an angle back onto the point. Jeff brewer asked me whut the hell I was doing. I told him if he dont cast off that point, he aint no dog and Ill pick him up. Jeff says, boy dem 2 handed back cast gonna do you in. Put him on the point, silent left back off the point 40 yards to the bird. if you'd had a cuss cup put up, you cudda collected from everyone there when a collective 'sheeeeettttttt' came from the crowd.
north texas frog pond test. He left the stand with such a squeel, one of the bird boys asked on the radio if the dog got hurt. After our run, jim hodges and bob b said rowdy and bossman (who ran before him) where the best 2 runs... out of the 250 times they had ran it already.
deep east texas mothers day. 88 yard down the shore water blind. when I lined him up, I knew he was going to line it. I kicked him off and put my hands in my back pocket. oh taylor made ran in front of me, and got the pass for his grand title. they threw him in the lake. the gallery went crazier for rowdy lining that blind, than for his grand title. I actually failed that test, one of only 5 ever on marking and memory (toughest land marks I ever ran a 90 yard double, and a jacked up young dog blowing over the go bird on water). But Ill never forget that waterblind, neither will anyone that saw it. 3 whistles was the best job done on it, besides rowdys.
500 point run for the youngest dog record, with ronnie harwell & linda brewer as my judges, 6 of rowdys littermates in the flight. Killed the water test that was set up for me to 'get my moneys worth'. Killed the land marks. Called my shot on the blind like babe ruth with the outfield wall. Knocked the pole over and still had my hands in my back pocket. Linda was one of the first people I met in this, and I remember thinking thats the second coolest lady on the face of the earth. 10 years later, i still think that. She also owned rowdys daddy. Ronnie owns rowdys brother, is one of my best friends, and loveed me and my dog so much he had taken rowdy to south carolina 16 hours away with josh and johnny just to sneak in an extra test and make sure we had the record covered, and him and troy took me to north indiana on labor day weekend that same month cause I couldnt get into a test in la. Actually my premium was on my wifes desk when hurricane elvis came thru. And janet offered me a spot since I didnt get in, but by that time the indiana trip had come up. So having your friends do stuff like that, for your record, welp, it was cool.
Hunting, I remember a 30 mph wind, and 5 specs sneaking in at legal. we flipped 4 of them over, 2 dead on the outside in the deeks, one flipped and fell probably 100 yards thru the deeks and slightly right, and the other had a busted wing and thru deeks out of site in the early morning grey. Knew the direction, knew it was dead. Kicked rowdy off, he ran between the 2 dead ones in deeks, towards the last bird down that went to right that he saw. Blew a whistle, he stoppeed and looked, and I said quietly, leave it, and gave a left back cast. he ran out of sight follwoing that cast into the dark. Came back with a very much alive speck, and then proceded to pick up his triple of dead specks.
I remember shooting teal one morning. Killed 4 or 5 in the deeks outta the first wave. They where left of us, no big deal, just picking up dead ducks in the deeks. Sent rowdy till they where all picked up, he delviered the last and set up looking out to the right. Nobody saw a bird go down out there. But he was determined. So I sent him. He angles 3 levees, bout 100 yards starts hunting. Nobody saw a bird out there, but hey, you dont argue with the rowdy dogg on where a bird is. Directly, he spooks it up and its game on. Hes chasing this teal, its diving, flopping, really giving him a run for it. The chase goes on 5 minutes, before it slides over a levee and gets some distance on the dog. Rowdy finally figgers out hes been had, picks up the scent at the levee and is chasing the bird now back toward the pit. chases it back toward the pit, when they finally get to the last levee in front of the pit, we can see the bird to shoot, but cant because hes on its trail. So the teal finally sees us, blocking its escape, so it manages to take flight, straight at us. As it flushes, rowdy sits, I shoot the bird over the top of the pit. Rowdy watches it go down, and as I send him I think hes going arounf the pit. Not a chance, he jumps over the pit on the way to the teal.
First timber hunt... he just turned a year old. Sitting on his tree stand quietly taking it all in. Not my gig, so I dont shoot first. greenie comes by me right at legal, past troy, and over the top of the 2 guys whos gig it is who are standing next to a big peice of buckbrush. they both shoot and kill the duck. I send rowdy, he arches off the stand squeeling with delight, and procedes to split those 2 guys on the way to the bird, effectivly crashing their buckbrush hiding place. Later I snap shoot a pair of woodies, one of them landing in the current going out of sight, and handle him off the dead one, to the current one and he gets both. At breakfast those guys where telling me they where laughing at him earlier that morning, cause they had never seen a dog be quiet and still, they assumed he didnt know what was going on. They said when I cut him loose, it sounded like a tazmaian devil loose in those woods.
Always love sending him off the 4 wheeler to quater a ditch for crips, and me ride the upwind side. When they dont fly, he gets them and returns to the 4 wheeler. When they do fly, he sits, and I shoot them. And he fetches and returns to the 4 wheeler. I like taking guests with me on a cripple sweep like that, cause aint nobody ever seen something like a black dog that'll sit to flush on a cripple speck! travis