You know, it’s all good.
I don’t want to shoot a pile of ducks or geese, don’t want to shoot deer, or, sand hill cranes. I get it, people do those things and absolutely love them. But my dad moved his little family off the east coast, and brought us here to Minnesota, and bought a Setter, and took me pheasant hunting. The die was cast, and while we hunted grouse a few times, I mostly discovered that pursuit on my own, with Mom’s dog, a show dog that would hunt. You could call me a specialist, I suppose, but, those are the two I really live to hunt for. They are enough.
I’d like to catch a few more walleyes and crappies, sure, but, I won’t sideline a Grouse or pheasant hunting trip to do either. If you have an English Pointer, or, another Setter, or no dog, you and I can likely hunt together. I don’t want to hunt with your flusher, no offense, working a pointer and a flusher together usually nets two flushers at the end of the day, and I work too hard to get it right to chance that.
I live for fall days with game gun in hand, and the dog in tow, in a woods or field. I’m surrounded by people who don’t understand it. I’m often alone, but, not lonely. They really don’t understand that.
Their loss.
Best,
Ted
