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10 years. It seems like such a long time, but can pass in the blink of an eye.
So many things we accomplished, so many we still wanted to do, but now never will.
Trooper came into my life in the summer of 2003. His registered name was a play on his Canadian sire and American dam. A big, red boy, so grown up, even as a pup. He was the one in the litter that came right up to me, that followed me, the one that picked up the mallard duck and came back with it, the one I knew was coming home with me.
He was the first one to greet me whenever I came home. Always wanted to be with me, no matter what I was doing.
He loved to hunt, especially upland. Watching him get on the scent of a pheasant, working the trail through fields, woods, thickets until he finally put the bird up. Working the thick pine in Vermont for grouse, goose hunting with my dad. He had such a great nose. He always knew where his birds went down.
He was a gentle soul, friendly and happy. He lived up to his name, a real trooper.
This last year was a blessing for me. Despite the diagnosis of lymphoma and the treatments, he remained healthy and happy. We spent a lot of time together, hunted every day we could get out. He attended the spring training sessions, got lots of flyers and hung out with his friends.
He and I said goodbye on July 12th. He is greatly missed.
This is Trooper at 18 months, winning the Pheasant Championship.
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Pheasant hunting last fall
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Training this spring
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10 years. It seems like such a long time, but can pass in the blink of an eye.
So many things we accomplished, so many we still wanted to do, but now never will.
Trooper came into my life in the summer of 2003. His registered name was a play on his Canadian sire and American dam. A big, red boy, so grown up, even as a pup. He was the one in the litter that came right up to me, that followed me, the one that picked up the mallard duck and came back with it, the one I knew was coming home with me.
He was the first one to greet me whenever I came home. Always wanted to be with me, no matter what I was doing.
He loved to hunt, especially upland. Watching him get on the scent of a pheasant, working the trail through fields, woods, thickets until he finally put the bird up. Working the thick pine in Vermont for grouse, goose hunting with my dad. He had such a great nose. He always knew where his birds went down.
He was a gentle soul, friendly and happy. He lived up to his name, a real trooper.
This last year was a blessing for me. Despite the diagnosis of lymphoma and the treatments, he remained healthy and happy. We spent a lot of time together, hunted every day we could get out. He attended the spring training sessions, got lots of flyers and hung out with his friends.
He and I said goodbye on July 12th. He is greatly missed.
This is Trooper at 18 months, winning the Pheasant Championship.
Pheasant hunting last fall
Training this spring
