After a busy weekend of LakeHaus Productions work, Sunday afternoon was one to enjoy with the boys...well, the boy, as Brecken took a long overdue nap. Since playing football with at least teams of 2 vs. 2 is way more fun than 1 vs. 1 Maxim and I decided to forgo our usual football game with Steph and Brecken on Sunday afternoon for a little pheasant hunt.
My pheasant hunting has been lacking this year, due to a busy LHP schedule and an injured English Pointer. Lilly was working like a rockstar on my first pheasant hunt of the year, and 45 minutes later I was headed to the vet to get her stitched up.
So on our hunt on Sunday, I decided to leave Lilly in the kennel and take my 16 year old blind and deaf German Shorthair Pointer (kind of like if Brett Farve were a pointing dog) across the road to hunt the public ground on the NE corner of the lake. I have not seen as many people hunting it and we heard birds so I knew we should get at least one out of the walk.
We got geared up and headed across the road to go "look for bad guys". Maxim took along his fake side by side shotgun that Grandpa Roger bought him and it was a good tool for me to teach him firearm safety. So we started hunting. Basically we just followed Annie's lead. Then it happened, she locked down on a bird and pointed rock solid. The nose still works. A hen got nervous and flushed out, then the rooster came out...it flew to our right and Maxim said, "aren't you gonna shoot it dad?" One shot, one dead bird.
He carried it the rest of the day in his hunting vest...and proceeded talked about Star Wars The Clone Wars the rest of the 2 hours we were out. So we pretended we were Clone Troopers on planet Dakota looking for bad guys.
Last funny part of the night...about a half mile from home another dog joined us. Lilly broke through the kennel fence and must have heard me using the whistle to control Annie and found us. She didn't look too hurt.
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