“And I heard a voice saying to me, ‘Arise, kill and eat.'” Acts 11:7
Every true bird hunter needs a trio of highly trained pointer/retrievers to make each field outing a pleasure and a success. My three mutts are Cash, Sage, and Katie, or more affectionately, Cash-Flow, Katie-Mo, and Flow-Jo (L-R).
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.
Our newest addition is Katie. She is a small, limber, orange and white American Brittany. She can’t handle the two big dogs getting attention and will nudge them aside or slap them down if they try to muzzle in.
Sage is the matriarch, a long and lean, white English Setter, who runs with the wind. She is so regal in the field that onlookers have sometimes called her Princess.
Of the three, Katie is just a pup, but may turn out to be the best all around pointer and retriever in the clan.
Below is a golden sunset, end-of-watch shot from January 2018.
Here is a clip of me dropping a pheasant in Kansas: CLICK HERE
My best friend and partner, Jeff Owens (below), sitting in the hunt buggy (you can just make out Sage in the dog box):
Brother-in-love (below) 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 – 2017
Greet the brothers with a holy kiss. – 2 Corinthians 13:12
This 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).
Scottish braces.
Early Season South Dakota Pheasant Hunt with Noah – 2015
Katie has found her spot in the clan.
Wabbit! (not technically a bird, but I used Uncle John’s .28 gauge Ruger)
Hunting in Kansas.
An early hunt with Noah.
Turkey, not necessarily considered an upland bird, is my second favorite game.
My brother, Rusty, is the real woodsman in the family. He put me on this Tom (above) in southern Indiana. He even took the picture for me. That’s brotherly love.
Here are the two of us (below) on a pheasant hunt in Amish country.
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I love you soo much NoRay… so blessed to have you as my nephew!
I feel the same way! See you in October.
how? I don’t see a print box.
Right-click over the picture and then save it on your computer. Reopen it and select print from the file menu.
Such a great picture guys. I wish I knew how to print it out in color. You kids never send me pictures.!!!!! Thank you so much for being there for me these past few weeks, during Dell’s illness and passing. Just to know your family truly cares (there for you) no matter what, is so comforting. Love Always, Aunt Tylanna
You can print it from the website. Love you!