Once in a blue moon!
JJ BOYD | All Hunting Articles
Posted 01/25/2024
On this day of quail hunting myself and two close friends witnessed what we saw as an extraordinary event as it unfolded in front of our very eyes. To say the least we were astonished. Let me explain. My solid white setter named Snow went missing for a few minutes as we were hunting. My friend motioned for me to come look down in the 20’ deep creek bordering my ten acre training field. Snow was standing in 6 inches of water pointing a quail that was making its way up the steep embankment. Us three stood shoulder to shoulder as my little female pointer Queenie had entered the creek as well. Two of us readied for a good shot as the bird took flight and we both hit the bird as it fell some thirty yards in the field bottom on the opposite side from us. In doing so Queenie climbed up the slope and picked up our prize quail. After making two big circles in the field as we whistled and called to her, she turned to our direction entering the creek down one side and up to our side with a magnificent retrieve to hand. All the while I had expected her to drop the bird, but she proved me wrong. She had not been the best at retrieving in her training prior to that day. It took us a while to get back to hunting as we all felt that nothing better would be achieved on that day at least. Never underestimate the drive of a bird dog when they want to please those walking behind. Oh, and by the way Snow was still pointed as all of this unfolded. We completely forgot about the other bird he had pointed so he just came up to us afterwards as to say(what about my bird?).
