Growing up I had a black lab by the name of Missy. A Hunting fool she was. One year we got up late, around 7 a.m. on opening day of pheasant season. Season opened at 8:00 and since where we were going to hunt was out the back door, we did not bother to head out until around five minutes before opening. Went outside and there was no dog around. We spend the next couple of hours looking for her. Yelling at the top of our lungs to no avail. Finally gave up and went out hunting without her. Of course since we did not have a good bird dog in front of us…. Well we did not do to well. Came back in around 4:00 and there was Missy sitting on the front porch. The following morning, Sunday, I got up around 4:30 as I usually do. About 6:30 I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and was looking out the front window, when I saw this pickup pull up in front of our driveway. The door opened. The guy stuck a shotgun out the door and run the action on his pump. The next thing I knew Missy came running from around the corner of the house and jumped in the pickup and the guy takes off with my dog.
You might ask yourself, how did I solve this problem? Lock her up the night before?….. nope. I would put my shotgun on the porch the night before I wanted to go hunting. She would sleep by it and not leave for nothing. By the way I found out that it was one of my friends who was driving the pickup. But also found that it was common knowledge around that anyone who needed a good dog for a day of hunting only had to go over to the Pierces and show the gun to the dog. She would even go hunting with strangers.
Two labs I have now are bout as bad. Bring out the shotgun and they go nuts. The pistol, well not really. 30-06… nope don’t care as they can’t go…. The .22 and they start in with their happy dance.
Do dogs know guns… yep. Don’t know if they can tell the difference in manufacturers, but they sure can tell the difference between a shotgun, a rifle and it’s caliber.
Now that you got me started on stories of Missy, there is another one I have to tell. We were out duck hunting one time. Had been sitting in the blind all morning with nothing happening. All the action was over to our right a couple of blinds. About noon two guys come walking over and asked me if they could have their ducks back. I looked at them like they were nuts and asked them what ducks? They said, pointing behind me, those ducks that your dog has been stealing from us all morning…. I looked around and here was a pile of about a dozen ducks. Seems that since it was so slow at our blind, Missy was sneaking out, running over to their blind, taking their ducks and retrieving them back to me. Always figured that she just felt that she was not going home empty handed.
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Richard
The debate is not about guns,
but rather who has the ultimate power to rule,
the People or Government.
RKBA!
You might ask yourself, how did I solve this problem? Lock her up the night before?….. nope. I would put my shotgun on the porch the night before I wanted to go hunting. She would sleep by it and not leave for nothing. By the way I found out that it was one of my friends who was driving the pickup. But also found that it was common knowledge around that anyone who needed a good dog for a day of hunting only had to go over to the Pierces and show the gun to the dog. She would even go hunting with strangers.
Two labs I have now are bout as bad. Bring out the shotgun and they go nuts. The pistol, well not really. 30-06… nope don’t care as they can’t go…. The .22 and they start in with their happy dance.
Do dogs know guns… yep. Don’t know if they can tell the difference in manufacturers, but they sure can tell the difference between a shotgun, a rifle and it’s caliber.
Now that you got me started on stories of Missy, there is another one I have to tell. We were out duck hunting one time. Had been sitting in the blind all morning with nothing happening. All the action was over to our right a couple of blinds. About noon two guys come walking over and asked me if they could have their ducks back. I looked at them like they were nuts and asked them what ducks? They said, pointing behind me, those ducks that your dog has been stealing from us all morning…. I looked around and here was a pile of about a dozen ducks. Seems that since it was so slow at our blind, Missy was sneaking out, running over to their blind, taking their ducks and retrieving them back to me. Always figured that she just felt that she was not going home empty handed.
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Richard
The debate is not about guns,
but rather who has the ultimate power to rule,
the People or Government.
RKBA!