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So # 20. There s been some fine pointers come out of Bama. That short coat was better for warm days as they didn’t heat up and those long legs could cover some territory.
Last bird dog story ( for now); in 1968 I was 20 years old , married 1 year and had a blue collar welders job. My wife Marty for our first anniversary bought me a setter that I wanted. In May of 68 she paid $2500 for an orange ticked setter out of a recent National Champ Crockett’s Rocket. Davy as he was called was 2 years old and a bird machine. For the next several years I worked 8 months and chased a bird dog for 4 months. I lived in my 66 el Camino and a tent. And she bought the dog for me. Bills didn’t always get paid on time but that monthly $50 payment to the bank for the dog was always early. I found out years later that my mother co signed the dog loan
In those days there was a saying “ A man should count himself lucky if he’s had one good bird dog and 1 good wife in his life”
I m lucky cause I had the dog and still got the wife”

If you were at the house there’s a special place where a old hunting vest hangs and Davy’s lead. I look at it most days . My bird gun was and still is a Remington Model 17 20 ga with a 24” skeet barrel and a vent rib
Factory made in 1930 or 31. My favorite load was a 2 3/4 1oz shot with 9’s. Would go to 6’s on pheasants

I bought a place in Ga a couple of years ago. We have 4 wild bird coveys and one of the reasons we didn’t go North this summer is so I can watch and listen to those birds. The real decision is ; is it a setter or a Brittany coming to the dog truck
 
The post about the bird dogs in the trunk gave me a chuckle. In the 60’s my English Setter would go to high school and be tied to the car- I ve was excused from class more than several times to put him in the trunk if got to raining or was too cold
Also there was a shotgun or two laying in the backseat ( this stuff wouldn’t happen today) of course we lived in a small town in rural Tennessee another of my friends took his beagles to school and particularly if it was short day.

Marty ( the wife) whom many of you know went on many dates with the bird dog in the trunk. One time we were “ parking” and she heard something. The dog was snoring.
Another time

How life may have different if she had took offense - the dog was pretty good for a kids dog and the wife turned out alright also
Still got the wife
Thanks for writing this Dave. This post made me feel really happy.

Lots of lucky dogs and some lucky people were covered in this piece you wrote yesterday.

- Chris
 
Ditto from here - lovin' all the 'Bama pointer references, too. Speaking of vintage, wonder if Bob Wehle ever loaded any Elhew dogs on a Genny Cream truck!

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Wrote one of the best dog training books I have ever read.
 
So # 20. There s been some fine pointers come out of Bama. That short coat was better for warm days as they didn’t heat up and those long legs could cover some territory.
Last bird dog story ( for now); in 1968 I was 20 years old , married 1 year and had a blue collar welders job. My wife Marty for our first anniversary bought me a setter that I wanted. In May of 68 she paid $2500 for an orange ticked setter out of a recent National Champ Crockett’s Rocket. Davy as he was called was 2 years old and a bird machine. For the next several years I worked 8 months and chased a bird dog for 4 months. I lived in my 66 el Camino and a tent. And she bought the dog for me. Bills didn’t always get paid on time but that monthly $50 payment to the bank for the dog was always early. I found out years later that my mother co signed the dog loan
In those days there was a saying “ A man should count himself lucky if he’s had one good bird dog and 1 good wife in his life”
I m lucky cause I had the dog and still got the wife”

If you were at the house there’s a special place where a old hunting vest hangs and Davy’s lead. I look at it most days . My bird gun was and still is a Remington Model 17 20 ga with a 24” skeet barrel and a vent rib
Factory made in 1930 or 31. My favorite load was a 2 3/4 1oz shot with 9’s. Would go to 6’s on pheasants

I bought a place in Ga a couple of years ago. We have 4 wild bird coveys and one of the reasons we didn’t go North this summer is so I can watch and listen to those birds. The real decision is ; is it a setter or a Brittany coming to the dog truck
Thanks for sharing. I can't imagine $2500 in 1968. I started with German shorthairs. Bought my first in June of 1970. Dual champion bloodlines. I ran field trials with her and showed her in conformation. I finished her show championship (handled by me) and she became the #1 GSP show bitch in a 6 state area around Ohio. But she was only $100. I can't even imagine $2500.
 
So # 20. There s been some fine pointers come out of Bama. That short coat was better for warm days as they didn’t heat up and those long legs could cover some territory.
Last bird dog story ( for now); in 1968 I was 20 years old , married 1 year and had a blue collar welders job. My wife Marty for our first anniversary bought me a setter that I wanted. In May of 68 she paid $2500 for an orange ticked setter out of a recent National Champ Crockett’s Rocket. Davy as he was called was 2 years old and a bird machine. For the next several years I worked 8 months and chased a bird dog for 4 months. I lived in my 66 el Camino and a tent. And she bought the dog for me. Bills didn’t always get paid on time but that monthly $50 payment to the bank for the dog was always early. I found out years later that my mother co signed the dog loan
In those days there was a saying “ A man should count himself lucky if he’s had one good bird dog and 1 good wife in his life”
I m lucky cause I had the dog and still got the wife”

If you were at the house there’s a special place where a old hunting vest hangs and Davy’s lead. I look at it most days . My bird gun was and still is a Remington Model 17 20 ga with a 24” skeet barrel and a vent rib
Factory made in 1930 or 31. My favorite load was a 2 3/4 1oz shot with 9’s. Would go to 6’s on pheasants

I bought a place in Ga a couple of years ago. We have 4 wild bird coveys and one of the reasons we didn’t go North this summer is so I can watch and listen to those birds. The real decision is ; is it a setter or a Brittany coming to the dog truck
Just Wow!

I have this book "Bird Dogs & Field Trials" published in 1983 author Jack Harper who apparently knew a thing or two about bird dogs.
The corrections in it are done by hand complete with crossouts. this thread made me look for it as it is time to read it again.
 
Dave. Love the nostalgia. I started with GSP in the early 70s in Cal. Show/hunt lines to start. Don I started trialing in the 80s and had an Esser's Chick grandson and another Blick gr grandson on both sides. Ran against John Merrill and Don Miner, knew Jack Bess, Warren and Mickey Palmer. That's how I got into Labs too.

Thank ya'll for the memories.

Jeff
 
Our "dog truck". This pic was taken late Sunday evening of opening weekend in Kansas around 1984(?). DaveK will appreciate my setter bitch, Diablo's Sunkist Sue. Sired by Grand Natl Grouse Champion Stokely's Diablo Jake x Blue Rock Bonnie.

I still remember the last birds taken. It had been a less-than-stellar opener. Two of us thought we would take 1 more walk as the sun was setting. The others had packed and hit the road. My English Springer's bad hips had confined her to the truck after a long weekend and a lot of miles. My buddy and his black lab "Beast" were walking between 2 parallel berms. Sue and I were on top of the west berm when she locked up, pointing a bit downhill . I stepped up on her and a rooster flew ahead out of my range, but turned close enough to my buddy that he dropped it. Sue hadn't moved a hair, a picture-perfect point with a setting sun in the distance, her fantail straight up. I took another step and a rooster flushed straight away. I dropped him with my left barrel. Sue didn't flinch. Then another flushed out to the left over the new winter wheat, I dropped him with my right barrel. Sue's still a statue, tail so erect you could have picked her up with it like a skillet handle. One bird away from our 4 bird limit, I quickly reload and step up again. Friggin' hen's start flying every which a way. Shoulder the gun. Unshoulder. Shoulder. Unshoulder, about 6 times. I finally tapped her on the head and gave her the "ok" release. What a finish. My heart still races recalling that story after all these years.
 
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