badgreenbird
Regular
- Location
- Dawson Creek, BC
As a kid, I'd go hunting a lot at my grandparents farm. They had a couple cattle dogs - one was a fairly useless purebred collie, the other was an experienced border collie named Teddy. He'd always like to tag along when I went hunting. He did a good job flushing out rabbits, and often flushed partridge into the trees where I could shoot them easily. He wasn't a born retriever but could be coaxed into it. Once I dropped a duck in the middle of the creek - well out of reach for me & my rubber boots. I convinced Teddy to swim out and get it - which he did. But upon reaching shore, instead of delivering it to my hand, he took off across the field with his new prize! I eventually got it back, headless. Fair trade. Once I was walking the edge of some pasture, hunting snipe. Teddy was far up ahead and started barking... more & more, louder & louder. I yelled up to him to hold on, I'd be there soon. Then the barking stopped. When I caught up to him, Teddy had dispatched a large woodchuck and was sitting there, looking very pleased with himself. My grandparents had a great laugh when I came home with one tiny snipe, but the dog brought in a 8 pound woodchuck!























































