“And I heard a voice saying to me, ‘Arise, kill and eat.'” Acts 11:7
Every true bird hunter needs a pair of highly trained pointer/retrievers to make each field outing a pleasure and a success. My two mutts are Cash and Sage, or more affectionately, Cash-Flow and Flow-Jo. Cash is a handsome and musky-smelling liver, orange and white tri-color French Brittany. He is as sensitive and stubborn as fly paper, but a big-hearted lover boy. If he barks, he scares himself and hides in the dog house. Sage is a long and lean white English Setter, and runs with the wind. She is so regal in the field that onlookers sometimes call her Princess. Of the two, she’s the real bird dog (on point above). Cash is just there for moral support (posing for his paparazzi above).
Here is a clip of me dropping a pheasant in Kansas: CLICK HERE
Brother-in-love lost a bet with me on the recent presidential election. Loser took winner on an all-expense-paid bird hunt. I chose Scotland. Javier sure knows how to pay off a gambling debt. Here’s me showing the love and appreciation – 2017This is a shot of my son, Noah, and me with several braces of Scottish pheasant, courtesy the Duke of Roxburghe. We also enjoyed accommodations at the Duke’s guest house for Thanksgiving (no kidding).
Early Season South Dakota Pheasant Hunt – 2015
A third hound joined our clan for the 2014 season. She is a young, orange and white female American Brittany named Katie. This is the picture sent to me by the outfitter. She looked ready for adoption! (Click the picture for a larger view.)
Katie has found her spot in the clan.
My brother, Rusty, is the real woodsman in the family. He put me on this Tom in southern Indiana. He even took the picture for me. That’s brotherly love. Here are the two of us on a pheasant hunt in Amish country.