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    Quote Originally Posted by hunter63 View Post
    LOL...They are not pets....they are "furkids"and we found out it was so hard to not have any...."
    So right. No matter the heartache of losing them, thinking you can't go through it again, it is so worth having them in your life for however long it turns out to be. They make you a better human being. As someone famous once said, (forgot who) "I strive to be the kind of person my dog thinks I am."


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    LOL.......Sucker!......
    I love a good dog story...They say yu can't buy love...never brought home a dog.

    We actually went from having dogs, mostly Lab's and a couple of shepards ...sometimes 4 at a time for over 50 years....
    Until 2013.......Was a bad year....for us...

    Labor day....I lost Gunner....my 4 year old trained duck dog...Still don't know why...got something and died in 5 days.
    That was the last year I hunt serious for ducks....wasn't the same.

    December I had my heart surgery....no shot guns or big guns for a year.

    Jan. MIL passed...90's

    Feb.... Maggie the lab, BIL dog that I hunted with and was part of the family...she was blind, had skin conditions, took a lot of doctoring, But was still a 100 pound lover lap dog...Passed at 13 years...

    She was the last...we were out of dogs.....
    Problem was , no dogs to holler at...so all DW and had to holler at each other..LOL.
    It was soooo quite .

    Every once in a while you would catch a glimpse of a dog, or a shadow, out of the corner of your eye around the house....kinda spooky in a good way.

    Come March our Ducks Unlimited Dinner took place...Found out there was going to be Silver Lab pup in the auction.
    Guys were giving me a bad time about buying it..

    Dinner night arrives, and I see there was 2 pups there.......DW (she does the door raffle) grabbed one pup to play with it as she normally does.....

    Before the auction...our President called us, and the whole committee up front of the group.
    Announced that we had had a bad year so they had gotten together,.. chipped in to buy that pup.....and presented DW and I with the pup she was holding.

    We both kinda lost it.....Bella came home with us....to be the followed by Molly (springer) the following year...(yeah I buy dogs.)

    As far as sight picture and memories go....I recall most every deer, elk, antelope, turkeys, ducks and geese hunting trips, and even most pheasants and trips.
    Memories so clear that I can tell you what time of day, weather, gun I was shooting, who I was with....like reliving it in my mind,...and some time at those campfire "remember when....have a beer" evenings.

    Getting dimmer a bit...but DW say I can't remember her birthday...but can remember the trips.

    Yup, Rick...there have been a few bucks that I just sat and watched.... with a "Holy Molly, would you look at THAT!"...and watch it move off, never really giving any thought to shooting at it.
    Sucker+!!! Hahaha, yeah well what can I say? I think you said it best, "they say you can't buy love", yeah I'll dispute that one. 90% of the time I think she's the greatest thing since sliced bread. The other 10%?? The little turds purpose for being born is to be a pain in my a$$!!! No matter how hard I come down on her, 5 seconds later she's right beside me staring up with puppy dog I'm sorry eyes. A week ago today, she made a jail break from her kennel. She actually broke a bar on it. I came home to a couple of boots as chew toys and a corner of my $100 4" thick memory foam bed topper in confetti sized pieces everywhere. Well, here we are a week later and as I write this her chin is laying on my right thigh after her and my Aussie helped me take out a ribeye. I hope I'm as lucky as you my friend. When it all starts getting cloudy, I hope these are the ones, along with my kids, that stay clear! As far as staying on topic with the thread, when you hunt with a lab and "miss", it's more guilt looking in their eyes asking "wtf?" Than it is to make the shot! Yes, labs do give you that look and it's a universal language. Especially when complete with the sigh.

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    Quote Originally Posted by BENESSE View Post
    So right. No matter the heartache of losing them, thinking you can't go through it again, it is so worth having them in your life for however long it turns out to be. They make you a better human being. As someone famous once said, (forgot who) "I strive to be the kind of person my dog thinks I am."
    When Jake (my last chocolate hunting buddy) and I parted company, my duck hunting passion accompanied him. It has taken 15yrs and a little black girl giving me those eyes to start rebuilding that passion. My youngest daughter (the same one whose fault it is I have this pup) has given me back a lanyard full of calls. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I had been set up. Unfortunately, my dekes and waders werent given to her along with the calls. You are right. One dog took my duck hunting passion with him when he left. Another brought that passion back the moment she sat at my feet and looked me in the eye. I owe it to her and to her predecessor too, to pass that passion on. I can only hope I can coax my daughter into joining the cold, wet, miserable, magic of a sunrise over a spread, a thermos of coffee, and your best friends. There ain't much better than that.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Manwithnoname View Post
    Sucker+!!! Hahaha, yeah well what can I say? I think you said it best, "they say you can't buy love", yeah I'll dispute that one. 90% of the time I think she's the greatest thing since sliced bread. The other 10%?? The little turds purpose for being born is to be a pain in my a$$!!! No matter how hard I come down on her, 5 seconds later she's right beside me staring up with puppy dog I'm sorry eyes. A week ago today, she made a jail break from her kennel. She actually broke a bar on it. I came home to a couple of boots as chew toys and a corner of my $100 4" thick memory foam bed topper in confetti sized pieces everywhere. Well, here we are a week later and as I write this her chin is laying on my right thigh after her and my Aussie helped me take out a ribeye. I hope I'm as lucky as you my friend. When it all starts getting cloudy, I hope these are the ones, along with my kids, that stay clear! As far as staying on topic with the thread, when you hunt with a lab and "miss", it's more guilt looking in their eyes asking "wtf?" Than it is to make the shot! Yes, labs do give you that look and it's a universal language. Especially when complete with the sigh.
    Ain't that the truth.....everyone that has ever had a good dog(s) can relate...

    They look at you with those eye to say...."I love you daddy"....like grandkids...
    It hurts when you lose one them....but they always give you so much more back....

    Had a shepherd back when along with a little yellow dog (sort short mini lab??? fat little thing.)...Along with my lab.

    THe lab was my pheasant and duck dog....and a good one....but the other two looked so disappointed when they had to stay home......so I took all of them.
    Shepherd didn't like water....but would go thru or swim.....kinda like "OK... if this it what it takes ...I'll do it"

    She was a sight hunter...and figured out the pheasants were in the tall weeds , grass and brush....so would look in all of them.... Kept about 20 feet in front of me and if one flushed she would stop and look around at me, as if to say...HERE"S ONE.... are we hunting these today, Right?
    If I brought up the shotgun, she would take off after it.... she was like a center fielder, running it down and hold it down till I got there.
    If it was something I didn't want to shoot.....she would look back...if I didn't react, she would just go back to hunting.

    The little yellow dog ran down thru ever trail and hole in the brush, chasing anything out...but hated guns...When I would bring up the gun...she would just wince and wait till the shot was over....would get tired so ended up getting carried back to the truck in my game bag.

    Lab just hunted with her nose and sneak to flush birds run down cripples , a retrieve them.

    I really still miss my "team" (like I do all my dogs)......we got a lot of birds, covered a lot of ground and enjoyed the hunt.
    There were times I hunted with a broom stick...they didn't care ....the hunt was the best part,.... fresh air, friends, dogs, rain, mud.....chilli and beers after.

    Feeling a bit nostalgic this evening...got back from a funeral of another hunting partner, Wally 87...the father of friends we all hunted together.
    Ducks, geese ,deer, fish....camp stories.... and even an owl story.
    RIP Wally...


    BTW how does a dog eat a Mora #1....and not get cut...

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    Hunter, I am sorry for your loss. I know you're older but even at my age, it's a hunting buddy to not be replaced. A few years back I lost an uncle that was wholly responsible for what I know of rabbit hunting with beagels today. It had been a lot of years since we hunted together but memories I'll take to the grave.

    Kind of like your motley Crew, the first dog I ever owned that I'd truly call a hunter was a cocker spaniel. I know, originally they were bred as hunters. Well, this little guy did his ancestors proud. He would site hunt anything and retrieve anything. Back to the ducks, I had him when I was very first getting into the quackers. Back then one of the lakes in my area was newly flooded. It was loaded with newly flooded timber and the Woodies were thick as mosquitos. The little guy might not have had a double coat or the endurance of a water dog, but he would retrieve until you called him off, even if he was half drowned. At the same time, my oldest was a just brought home baby. He rarely left her side, and let very few people besides me and her mom anywhere near that baby.

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    LOL.....Quote.....Kind of like your motley Crew< quote..
    I like that.
    Or as I had to explain to a kinda "Uppity up-land hunter" in the parking lot of a hunting area....when he said...."What kinda dogs are those?"

    "Them's Hunting dogs....Bud....."
    ...as the lab was rolling in the mud puddle...little yellow dog sniffing butts...and the shepherd kept running all over as if to say...."Come on... Dad hurry up....there is stuff out here,... lets go get'em"
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    Quote Originally Posted by hunter63 View Post
    Ain't that the truth.....everyone that has ever had a good dog(s) can relate...

    They look at you with those eye to say...."I love you daddy"....like grandkids...
    It hurts when you lose one them....but they always give you so much more back....

    Had a shepherd back when along with a little yellow dog (sort short mini lab??? fat little thing.)...Along with my lab.

    THe lab was my pheasant and duck dog....and a good one....but the other two looked so disappointed when they had to stay home......so I took all of them.
    Shepherd didn't like water....but would go thru or swim.....kinda like "OK... if this it what it takes ...I'll do it"

    She was a sight hunter...and figured out the pheasants were in the tall weeds , grass and brush....so would look in all of them.... Kept about 20 feet in front of me and if one flushed she would stop and look around at me, as if to say...HERE"S ONE.... are we hunting these today, Right?
    If I brought up the shotgun, she would take off after it.... she was like a center fielder, running it down and hold it down till I got there.
    If it was something I didn't want to shoot.....she would look back...if I didn't react, she would just go back to hunting.

    The little yellow dog ran down thru ever trail and hole in the brush, chasing anything out...but hated guns...When I would bring up the gun...she would just wince and wait till the shot was over....would get tired so ended up getting carried back to the truck in my game bag.

    Lab just hunted with her nose and sneak to flush birds run down cripples , a retrieve them.

    I really still miss my "team" (like I do all my dogs)......we got a lot of birds, covered a lot of ground and enjoyed the hunt.
    There were times I hunted with a broom stick...they didn't care ....the hunt was the best part,.... fresh air, friends, dogs, rain, mud.....chilli and beers after.

    Feeling a bit nostalgic this evening...got back from a funeral of another hunting partner, Wally 87...the father of friends we all hunted together.
    Ducks, geese ,deer, fish....camp stories.... and even an owl story.
    RIP Wally...


    BTW how does a dog eat a Mora #1....and not get cut...

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    Hahahaha, I didn't see the pic before. See, that's just proof. They know exactly what they're doing. The afford mentioned cocker. When he was just a pup, I came home to exactly the last couple of chapters I hadn't read yet, being eaten by him. The beating commenced. He squirrled away and hide under a table. Oh no, we ain't done yet, so I stick my arm under to grab him for round two. I pull back just this side of a bloody stub. At this point, my now long since first ex intervenes just as I'm diving head first under the table to end this blood fued. After that me and little Sammy were inseperable. I still have no idea how that book ended. Don't even get me started on those ll bean and citori types.

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