After having the fortune of spending some time with Chris, he shared this story with myself and some others. I have asked him if he could relive it on RTF, so others may enjoy it as well.
Turtle Shell
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The Turtle Shell
Fall 2006. I decided to take my older son, not yet at his fourth birthday to the final couple series of the National Open at Weldon Springs, Bush WMA in Missouri. This was the year that Wayne Dodson won with Copper.
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It quite cold and pretty windy that day and I had little Max bundled up with snacks, DVD's and toys. He had done well and socialized with several nice people throughout the day.
The final series was a big land setup a good long walking distance from the road. Along the span were a series of holding blinds for handlers to stage up as they prepared to run the final series of the National Open. There was a portion of the field approaching the line that had been burned. In this area, Max found an empty turtle shell, with no burn marks. It looked like part of the shell had been torn open. The turtle inside, was long-gone and the shell had been sun-bleached.
Max excitedly picked the shell up and showed it to me. I asked him what he thought happened to the turtle. He came up with a few different theories, including that an animal like a **** or a coyote got it.
Max decided to show the turtle shell to some folks as he wandered around. Up walked a man in a white handler's jacket approaching the very first holding blind. He had a black dog on a lead. Max walked away from me and I tried to stop him, but he was on a mission. I decided that rather than make a scene, I'd let him go.
He walked up and showed the man his new find. The man smiled and looked down. They were far enough away that I could not hear all of the dialogue. But I could read the body language and pick up some of the words.
"How do you think the turtle died buddy?" Said the handler. "You think a raccoon would do that? Well so do I!"
The handler was Mike Lardy. He patted Max on the head and Max wandered off to show his prize to someone else.
Wayne Dodson won the National Open a couple hours later. Max was there taking photos and we got to the hotel afterwards, sign Wayne's bib and watch the new NFC eat chicken wings, snapping the bones off right where Wayne gripped the tips.
On the ride home, I asked Max if he knew who that man was that listened to his story and patted him on the head. He didn't. I reminded Max of the stories we read at bedtime - the Volume I articles from the old Retriever Journal issues. Yes, that was Mike Lardy. To Max, it was like he'd just shown his turtle shell to Terry Bradshaw or Joe Montana. Mike was as big a celebrity as little Max knew.
Today the turtle shell sits on Max's bookshelf. I had tracked Mike down on his winter trip to Georgia, shortly after the National. I sent Mike a sharpie marker, some tape, the turtle shell and prepaid postage on a return box and asked if he'd sign the turtle shell.
With the turtle shell came a note. Paraphrasing, part of the note says something like:
"Hey Max, that's so cool that you saved this shell. I remember you showing it to me when I was coming to the line to run Patton."...
I've told a few folks this story. One of my FC-owning friends accuses me of being a stalker with a man-crush. Another buddy of mine thought it would be cool for me to share this story on RTF.
I think a lot of folks, perhaps myself included, would have kicked Max away like a stray dog, talking to a competitor before the final series of the National. My read from a distance was that Mike sincerely was not bugged by this little kid. I know Mike's a family guy with family values.
It meant a lot to me that Mike was willing to sign the silly turtle shell. Max proudly shows it to retriever friends when they visit our home.
Thanks to Latisha Hancy for, I believe both the above and the below photo, which she took of Max capturing memories before the trophy was awarded that night:
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Mike's a class act.
Chris
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Fall 2006. I decided to take my older son, not yet at his fourth birthday to the final couple series of the National Open at Weldon Springs, Bush WMA in Missouri. This was the year that Wayne Dodson won with Copper.
It quite cold and pretty windy that day and I had little Max bundled up with snacks, DVD's and toys. He had done well and socialized with several nice people throughout the day.
The final series was a big land setup a good long walking distance from the road. Along the span were a series of holding blinds for handlers to stage up as they prepared to run the final series of the National Open. There was a portion of the field approaching the line that had been burned. In this area, Max found an empty turtle shell, with no burn marks. It looked like part of the shell had been torn open. The turtle inside, was long-gone and the shell had been sun-bleached.
Max excitedly picked the shell up and showed it to me. I asked him what he thought happened to the turtle. He came up with a few different theories, including that an animal like a **** or a coyote got it.
Max decided to show the turtle shell to some folks as he wandered around. Up walked a man in a white handler's jacket approaching the very first holding blind. He had a black dog on a lead. Max walked away from me and I tried to stop him, but he was on a mission. I decided that rather than make a scene, I'd let him go.
He walked up and showed the man his new find. The man smiled and looked down. They were far enough away that I could not hear all of the dialogue. But I could read the body language and pick up some of the words.
"How do you think the turtle died buddy?" Said the handler. "You think a raccoon would do that? Well so do I!"
The handler was Mike Lardy. He patted Max on the head and Max wandered off to show his prize to someone else.
Wayne Dodson won the National Open a couple hours later. Max was there taking photos and we got to the hotel afterwards, sign Wayne's bib and watch the new NFC eat chicken wings, snapping the bones off right where Wayne gripped the tips.
On the ride home, I asked Max if he knew who that man was that listened to his story and patted him on the head. He didn't. I reminded Max of the stories we read at bedtime - the Volume I articles from the old Retriever Journal issues. Yes, that was Mike Lardy. To Max, it was like he'd just shown his turtle shell to Terry Bradshaw or Joe Montana. Mike was as big a celebrity as little Max knew.
Today the turtle shell sits on Max's bookshelf. I had tracked Mike down on his winter trip to Georgia, shortly after the National. I sent Mike a sharpie marker, some tape, the turtle shell and prepaid postage on a return box and asked if he'd sign the turtle shell.
With the turtle shell came a note. Paraphrasing, part of the note says something like:
"Hey Max, that's so cool that you saved this shell. I remember you showing it to me when I was coming to the line to run Patton."...
I've told a few folks this story. One of my FC-owning friends accuses me of being a stalker with a man-crush. Another buddy of mine thought it would be cool for me to share this story on RTF.
I think a lot of folks, perhaps myself included, would have kicked Max away like a stray dog, talking to a competitor before the final series of the National. My read from a distance was that Mike sincerely was not bugged by this little kid. I know Mike's a family guy with family values.
It meant a lot to me that Mike was willing to sign the silly turtle shell. Max proudly shows it to retriever friends when they visit our home.
Thanks to Latisha Hancy for, I believe both the above and the below photo, which she took of Max capturing memories before the trophy was awarded that night:
Mike's a class act.
Chris
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That was an awesome story Chris. Thanks for sharing.
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Chris,
I remember this story when it first happened and it never gets old! Thanks for sharing.
As for your FC-owning friend, they have no room to talk about stalking because I recall they have a thing for Wranglers! :lol:
Helping in the worst way possible,
FOM
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Fantastic story, that is some good stuff.......
but you know you have a bromance thing for Mike;-)
but you know you have a bromance thing for Mike;-)
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Don't you love it when folks talk about their "favorite features" as if they're referring to a friend's?Lainee- I told you I would never tell your secret...
Chris, who hasn't owned a pair of wranglers since the 7th grade.
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I know... it's kinda like someone sayin' that they were unjustly accused of being a stalker.......
Pro-lovin' regards -
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Thanks for a great story. That is one prized turtle shell and memory. As it has been said Mike is a class act all the way.
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Chis - Great story .Your son sounds like the time spent with Dad is the best time of his life .Meeting Mike , being around all those great dogs and finding turtle shells ? Great . Doing it with Dad - Priceless.
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Chris thanks for sharing.
You gotta love the innocence of youth. Who other than a child could walk up to Mike Lardy in a holding blind of the last series of the National, with Patton no less, and ask him about a turtle shell! And get a pat on the head for doing it
Again, thanks for sharing. Great story and even greater memory for you two.
You gotta love the innocence of youth. Who other than a child could walk up to Mike Lardy in a holding blind of the last series of the National, with Patton no less, and ask him about a turtle shell!
And get a pat on the head for doing it Again, thanks for sharing. Great story and even greater memory for you two.
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Lainee, I updated the original post with pictures of the turtle shell and of Max posing with it before bedtime last night.
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