Sunday, October 16, 2011
Just got back from a morning at Hasting's Island Hunting Preserve. Bailey has forgotten how to hunt as a team. I'd love to find some excuse but I have none.
He loved running the fields and can find birds. But a "Master Hunter"? Not even close. Some fellow Vizsla hunter friends were at the club house before we went out each in our own directions.. They were out training their dogs. Their dogs are Master Hunters or future field trial stars.
We brought home a pheasant for dinner, but the dozen birds that either Bailey flushed early and chased or the three birds I missed didn't make for a good hunt. With lots of false "points" thrown in to keep me guessing - bird or pile of feathers?
Maybe we are not good hunters, but we sure had a good time for four hours.