We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
From a Maggie's pal, seeking intertube fame and immortality no doubt. Nice dogs, though - including "Maggie":
Went preserve hunting on Saturday in Delaware. We killed 16 of the 20 pheasants
and 39 of the 40 chukars that were put out for us. The two best looking
critters in the picture are obviously the German Shorthaired Pointers, Maggie
and Ellie. Both absolutely broke solid. So-so retrievers but so-so was good
enough. The outiftter included his venison chili for lunch as part of the
deal. An excellent time was had by all.
There is nothing more satisfying than hunting with a dog that is steady to wing and shot.Quality time after many days afield for that special moment. Shootin it may be ,but hittin is another thing!Unfortunately game farms are the only place in this day that many of us can hunt and enjoy time with our bird dogs.For someone to turn their nose at fellow hunters is .............
When I was a kid I had a Brittany Spaniel I tried to teach to hunt. No way. Couldn't control him. At times I wanted to shoot that dog. His son, however, was perfect, I raised him from a pup, we bonded, never trained him at all. But he'd do exactly what I wanted, just a wave of a finger, over there, come back here a bit, let's try that ditch there, try those bushes this way. Perfect hunting dog. Never out of range. Cautious, controlled. I'll always remember that wonderful dog. Name: Ezra.
bob ... Ezra sounds like the kind of dog shown yesterday in that extreme shepherding film. Oh, I know those dogs weren't hunting dogs, they were herding dogs. But watching the shepherds signal and control them with just a series of whistles was a joy. A 'working dog is always a joy to watch.
My,My They keep them in cages and they can hardly fly,just so non-combatant types can get in the game.You go boys,and you know ,until several deer kept killing my cars,I never let anyone hunt at home,but they too,dont stand a chance,not many bow guys anymore.
And its not an indian thing,as they are not stewards of ole gaia either,I found out,as they run the depleted pheasant trick for the cities in my area.They even fish the mamas too.
Its a soul thing,you see,an over-run of a different set of files are depleting the place.
Dr.Thomas W. Hughes