Here’s to the . . . . . . warm motel rooms . . . home-cooked meals . . . local watering holes . . . rural day-spas . . . comrades in arms . . . the scent of the quarry . . . the thrills . . . the cool refreshing beverages . . . the tipsy-taxi cabs . . . the hunting camp love . . . the Mouths-Full-Of-Feathers . . . and the hunt itself. Bring it! Share this:ShareFacebookTwitterEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: Tom Reed Four English setters tell me what to do. View all posts by Tom Reed
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I loved every bit of it especially the wirehair
Thanks George, it’s actually a Griff. Hope you swing well this fall . . . Tom
Hey, that’s a great post! My bird dog is 12 this year, and she developed a serious case of distibular syndrome, so she won’t be hunting anymore…
I found your blog at Mallard of Discontent; I’m starting to look for fellow upland hunters here in the blogosphere.
Yep…it’s about time to head north with the red-haired Mad Hungarian Bitch. Might take the Vizsla, too.
Great post, Tom. Love the pics — am in the midst of trying to plan a grouse camp or two, myself. I’m with George, nice to see the Griff trying to make sense of all the goofy mostly-white dogs; I’m also with Hondo, time to get the crazy red-dogs tuned up in time for fall!
Love that off-the-grid tipsy taxi.
Thanks for the images. Stoking me for the fall.