Since Doc didn’t get a fair chance to hunt on Friday, I took him again on Saturday. We first had to drop the rescued Lab off with the local Animal Control officer but I felt good about it: first, the officer has Labs and hunts with them so she knows the breed; second, they will keep her for a week and if not claimed, will send her to either a foster family or no-kill animal shelter.
A popular hunting spot on Saturdays
The Rescued Lab
As we suspected, she is about a year old and has already had one litter of puppies. The poor girl is a mental wreck and terrified of everything so it’s our guess that she was either abused or traumatized by her ordeal. It was also possible that she was dumped rather than lost.
Doc is naturally camouflaged in the snow and grass
Waiting for Geese
Literally thousands of geese were in the air but not many coming over the bluffs where I set up. We waited for over an hour and I got one shot, but the goose was a little out of range. So as we did the day before, went down the river to hunt ducks.
Doc in the river
Doc gave me a real scare when I saw him with his nose about a foot from the butt-end of a porcupine. Thankfully I was able to call him away, and the porcupine waddled down the hill, comically tripping and rolling as he went.
The river is far more dangerous than it appears
We hunted the river and I missed two shots on ducks we flushed, then climbed out of the canyon only to find the duck blinds still occupied. Some flights were headed our way so I “Whoa’d” Doc and hunkered down so as not to be seen and maybe get a shot myself.
Doc retrieves the duck he found
Doc’s Duck Search
A group of four ducks came overhead and the hunters in a nearby blind dropped two of them. After visiting with them for a few minutes, I asked if they had found both of the birds since they didn’t have a dog. The lady who had knocked down of the ducks was still out searching for it, so I offered Doc’s services.
We searched awhile and when she finally gave up looking for it, I took Doc much farther downwind than where she had marked it’ fall. It didn’t take Doc long before he caught the bird’s scent and worked his way up the scent cone for about 25 yards where he found the duck.
After a short chase through the sage brush, Doc caught it and made a perfect retrieve. I called the lady over and delivered her bird, and we left with a bunch of hunters duly impressed with Doc’s abilities.