Reese. Reese the Rotten. Heathen without Reason. (censored) head. New pups are great, but that first year is something else, no matter what the breeding. Reese is out of CH Pennstar with Pinecone Max and Tekoa Mountain breeding on the dam's side. At nine months, he is still quite the terror in the house. After destroying something, he looks up at you, jumps in your lap and licks your face. Further questioning only results in the expression of "huh?" He shows great promise in the field and may have the best nose of any dog I've ever had. Let's hope that's enough to keep me from killing him for any further house infractions. Given my other dogs, he has much to live up to.
This is me with my pointer Jack. Jack was rescued from the pound in Clark County, Ohio. Someone else gave up on him, but he's been the best bird dog I've ever had. He's six now and has to put up with Reese, an eight-month old English Setter and the next in my line. The best thing about bird dogs is that you can own a number of them over your life. The worst thing is that the good and great ones will leave you.
Murphy was the first bird dog I raised from a pup. There is always a dog that you will make mistakes with and learn that there's much more about training a dog than can be found in books. That was Murphy's purpose. He lived to be 16
This is Bill, the first bird dog I ever owned. Bill made me think that I was a great dog trainer and could teach a dog anything. The inverse was true. Bill was a dog that could be taught anything. My first published piece was called "It's a Bad Night When You Mistake Your Wife for a Brittany," and was about Bill And Murphy. I owe this dog much.
My wife Dee, had no idea what she was getting into when she agreed to marry me. This is my cousin Tim with me and we blasted a few clay targets to blow off some steam on the big day. Perhaps if we had shown up with our shotguns at the reception inside, we might have been able to convince the deejay we hired to play some music we could dance to. It was better that we didn't. One important note: gunpowder does not come off a white tuxedo.