A look at what the NAVHDA natural ability test is and how it matters to your dog. Often when purchasing a pup from a breeder within the contract is a list of commitments the owner is agreeing to. These can range anywhere from what kind of fencing used at your home to completing hunt tests. If your pup came from a North American Versatile Hunting Dog Association (NAVHDA) breeder, chances are good you’re asked to run your dog in a Natural Ability Test.
Read MoreChoosing Shot Size and Chokes for Sharp-tailed Grouse Hunting →
As a new hunting season approaches, we all begin the process of digging through our upland gear. We check over the vests and chaps for tears and holes from last season’s briars, and if you’re like me, find shotgun shells in various pockets or crevices of my hunting gear containers laying wherever it was that they last fell at the end of the previous season.
Read MoreCooperation is a foundation of a dog’s success, but the failures lie in a handler’s ability to read a dog. →
It’s a scene that I have seen repeatedly at countless dog training events. Occasionally I was the group leader and often I’ve been the embarrassed handler. If you have ever shared this experience, like me you probably assumed it was witchcraft. Bolstering this magical sense is that the group leader will have a hard time describing what exactly they did differently. This is because what was done differently is not so simply explained and is usually gained only through experience.
Read MoreThe Theory Of Positive Reinforcement In Dog Training →
I have a problem and, as with many of the problems in my life, it has to do with dogs. Specifically with spinoni. I love their drooly faces, friendly dispositions, and hunting ability delivered with style. That said, their body language can be subtle and they can be stubborn. This got me in a bit of a pickle while trying to force fetch Windy City’s Cattle Kate. Simply put, the traditional force fetch process was not working. So I called my mentor, Jonathan Paranjothy, who has 30-plus years of experience training spinoni. After much banter and degradation it was agreed that Jonathan would take Kate for a month to figure where I was going wrong.
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Women in the Uplands
“Do you hunt with ‘em?” This is a question I’ve gotten used to responding to over the years whenever I’m out and about with one of our bird dogs in a non-hunting scenario. The inquiry seems to pop up more often when I’m with just Oskar, our 100-pound Spinone. I guess people must be thrown off by his size because I get a lot of, “Can he even fit in a duck boat?”
Training Pressure: It’s You, Not the Dog →
Quack, Quack, whack, wak wa …
In the moment before I answer my phone, I contemplate the duck ringtone spitting from my vibrating phone. Initially I thought it was pretty badass. Everytime my phone rings I will think of a cold morning and whistling wings. I have heard this ringtone hundreds of times and each time it became just a little less tolerable. Until finally today, I had heard it enough, it crossed the line, and I decided that I was over it. I made a mental note to change it.
Read MoreRecovering Invisible Birds
Schwump, schwump, schwump my truck's wipers bark in a failed attempt to keep the windshield clear. The mid-October rain is heavy and cold. I am watching a lecture for my graduate program while Rachelle is driving us towards a piece of public land we've nicknamed 'The Woodcock Spot'. With us are three dogs, including a young Spinone, Fiona, who is with us for a month or so for her first try at wild bird hunting
Read MoreLife with a Bird Dog
Before Rupert pushed his wiry self into our lives, I thought I knew what it meant to own a dog. Feed it, walk it, play with it, and make sure there is enough room on the bed for them to sleep.However, I didn’t know what it meant to own a bird dog.
Read MoreGrouse Pup Expectations
Expectations vs reality… One is an idea, the other is… well, I guess I have never got a straight answer on that one.
Read MoreGrowing New Partnerships
In May I was given the opportunity to attend an outreach event put on by Pheasants Forever held at the beautiful Trout Lodge YMCA of the Ozarks in Missouri. The event brought together Pheasants Forever, National Wild Turkey Federation and North American Versatile Hunting Dog Association and focused on the tactics and techniques of outreach with the goal of moving conservation efforts forward.
Read MoreFlights of Fancy
I wonder what I’ll do when that king of birds flushes up through the thicket in a thunder of wings and feathers. Will I rise to the challenge and take a shot? Will I miss? As it turns out, I did neither.
Read MoreGravity of a Sunrise
Behind me is a lighthouse - brick red with a snow white top. It has watched over this place for hundreds of years.
Read MoreFirst Grouse
Bird Dog Addiction
As we prepare, Rupert seems calm with a stern demeanor. This is new, Rupert a born clown, has learned that finding ruffed grouse takes a cool determination.
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First Contact
Whoa.” Rupert stops at the edge of a field located in George W. Mead Wildlife Area (Wisconsin). I remove his lead and and watch his body quiver with excitement. He looks up at me with eyes that seem twice as big as they were just minutes ago.
Read MoreDogs that Humble
“Rupert, fetch, fetch, fetch.” I command softly as I point to a scattering of primary feathers pulled from the chest of a hen pheasant. Rupert and I didn’t see the bird being released but our current task was to track it down in thick cover.
Read MoreA Day in The Woods
The tires hummed a low rumble as the truck rolled to a stop. Through the passenger side window, the night sky could be seen reflecting off of the frost-covered field.
Read MoreTurning Roadkill into Dinner
“I have a roadkill deer,” read the early-afternoon text message from my husband. “Call around for processing.”
Without exhausting much effort, I learned the butcher shop in town was still accepting deer for processing into neatly packaged steak, roasts and hamburger. After passing the information, including the cost of services, along to Scott, my phone dinged with another message.
“Expensive,” it read.
Read MoreTrained and Confused
“Rupert heel!” I barked as I brushed the hair back from my eyes. Rupert turned toward me at an angle, lowering his head below his withers and tilting his snout down toward the snow. Rupert’s golden brown eyes glowed back at me through the wiry fur partially covering his face. I immediately knew Rupert had no intention of healing or doing anything else that would resemble the behavior of a well-trained bird dog.
Read MoreHunting Roadblocks
I am a deer hunting expert for precisely three months out of the year. To be exact, I am an expert during February, March and April. Why these three months?
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