Young Bert, the not-right dog. The second part.

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Young Bert, the not-right dog. The second part.

Unread postby Kismet » Tue Aug 28, 2012 7:32 am

(For the late Chuck Petrie, former executive editor of DUCKS UNLIMITED.)


The early years.

On Tuesday, December 4, 2001, young Bert, the rescued dog, and I go out in
the afternoon to see if we can aggravate any pheasants at Yellowstone
State Park. Bert's done very well the last two times out, while I have missed
everything in the sky that I shot at, including, perhaps, the atmosphere.
Rather than take responsibility for the misses, I blamed the shotgun, and
took off the inch-thick recoil pad. (Bert did not blame the shotgun.)(Bert
needs to pay attention to who is buying the dog food.)


The weather is unseasonably warm lately, and though overcast, refuses to
rain, can't possibly snow (mid-40's), and seems to always have a light
wind. There were a few other cars in the parking area, but only two hunters
within sight. Bert thought the outing was a good idea. I found myself pleased
that the shotgun shells I brought fit the shotgun I brought--this is not always
the case. I've learned to appreciate small joys.

We walked. And walked. Then, we walked some more. Oddly, the miniature cow bell
on Bert's collar becomes a focused sound, and the cadence and volume send information
to me...where he is, how he is moving, if there is a scent that makes him slow, or speed up....

Nothing. Two other hunters stop to chat, they've seen a bird, and have been
told that 60 or so were spread out over the 1,000 acres, but no joy as yet.
Nice guys, one having taken the afternoon off to hunt before Winter shuts
down the possibility; the other had hunted this same area in the morning,
and thought I might find some pheasants in the woods. "Might" being the
operative word.

Bert and I meandered on, working the high grass edging the woods. He got
birdy a few times...but nothing materialized. I keep waiting for him to
encounter a skunk...but, I can't say I'm looking forward to it. I've
educated him once on the consequences of deer-chasing, but I'm not sure
just how well the lesson took. Time will tell.

At the back of the property, near where two small fields are occasionally
planted with corn, and near where a friend once shot, in sequence, two
single birds that flushed simultaneously*, Bert started getting interested.
At least I think he did. The grass was about 7 feet tall, and I am not. He
may have been shaking the cow bell with his paw.

But, I began my "VINTAGE STALKER" walk (there is no resemblance to Elmer
Fudd's hunting movement...none) (OK, well some) (OK, I don't want to talk
about it)
and the sounds from the bell...slowly died just in front of me.
Now, I chose to think Bert was on point. He may, in fact, been devouring a field mouse,
which to him, are like Cheetos. (Another thing I will NEVER
understand.)


I am a study in focused... er...walking...in 7 foot high grass with a
double-barreled shotgun at port arms. (NOT Fudd-like.) I come upon the
brown behind of Bert, who is pointing at... something. Something in front
of him. I edge up to him, he edges a bit forward.

CACKLE THRASH, CACKLE, CACKLE THRASH, FLAP FLAP FLAP....two roosters go up,
and away...one to the front, one to the left.... I level the gun (I think,
dunno, happens fast) fire the right barrel at the straight-away bird, swivel...
and fire the left at the (duh) left side bird....

WELL, I'll be....

They both went down. I just shot an unwitnessed, sequential pair of single
pheasants. Sunnavagun. Not sure, maybe the second time in my life...maybe the
first. I'm kind of stunned.

I walked on a line to the left-side bird, found it, and set about field
dressing it, waiting (hoping) to see Bert show up with the first bird after
which he charged. Bert arrived. No bird. Hmmmm. Doesn't mean I missed it (I
KNOW I didn't miss it.) I resisted the temptation to go look immediately
for it, and finished with the first bird. Bert seemed surprised to see it.
(Heck, I was surprised.)

Finished, walked though the high grass, and Bert surged ahead, found the
second bird. I said "Fetch." He looked at me. Then he lay down next to it.
We have some work to do on "fetch."

But, lordy-lordy. I went from missing the sky to hitting a set of two sequential
singles. I KNEW IT WAS THE SHOTGUN.


*The discussion here is that when my friend shot his two birds, he thought
it was a "double." Not being a smart-aleck, but rather a person who
appreciates accuracy in language, I maintained that he shot two birds with
two shots, hence...it was sequential singles. In baseball, a "double" is
two bases with ONE hit, seems like in hunting it ought to be the same: two
birds with one shot.
However, because I am a generous person, given to compassion, I am now
willing to reconsider the definition. My reconsideration has nothing to do
with my recent experience. Honest. #blush




(When I first met him, Chuck Petrie was working a full-time job and editing a bi-monthly outdoor magazine in Wisconsin. The magazine owner convinced Chuck to quit his job and put out the publication monthly. Chuck did so and shortly thereafter the owner sold the magazine to a publishing company and Chuck lost the editorship. He went on to write for outdoor magazines and ended up as Executive editor of DUCKS UNLIMITED. Before he could retire, he was hit with adult-onset leukemia and died within a year of diagnosis. A very good man, he was. He published my first outdoor hunting story. I'll remember him as long as I live.)
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Re: Young Bert, the not-right dog. The second part.

Unread postby Edcyclopedia » Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:02 pm

Nothing like an adventure with a happy ending...!!!
Expect the Unexpected when you least Expect it...


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