A proud Daisy & Mia. A day on the lake.
Those of you who have followed me for any time at all know I have a special sidekick, a companion, a pal, a fierce protector, a lover, a hunting & fishing partner and a friend. Today I am not speaking of my Little Gal or Hank but of my Daisy, my Weimaraner.
Sweet Daisy and I clicked the very first time we met. Hank owned her first and through him we were lucky enough to connect. It was no time at all before she was MY DOG. I would shoot a duck and she would bring it back to me. Hank would shoot a duck and she would bring it back to me. Haha! Maybe not the best at her job, but she sure took care of me!
I nearly lost her to a turned stomach last spring, the week after my Dad passed. She knew I needed her then and made it through a surgery with flying colors. The vet complimented us on what wonderful shape she was in for her age. Pretty sure that’s due to our many adventures.
We had a lot of good times. Lots of hunting. Lots of hugs. Lots of hikes. Lots of camping trips. She was a chow hound by breed, and her belly constantly got her into trouble.
This Christmas was no different. Daisy mowed two mesh bags filled with gold foil covered chocolate coins. The mesh bags held the foil in a ball and stopped up her stomach. She endured a seven hour surgery to remove the debris and then to clean up stomach fluids which had spilled into her body cavity. At almost 11 years old, it was just too much. She went into shock and passed away around 11:00am December 27, 2012.
Rest in peace sweet friend. You will be missed!
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It was Sunday morning. Time to duck hunt! Hank & I were up at the crack of dawn. We donned our gear and started to head out the door when our friend who is visiting hollered “Only green heads!” We laughed and chuckled because we knew what he meant. Last week I tagged out right away because all I shot were hens. This weekend, I promised I would try for only green heads. Out the door we went with Daisy the bird dog in the lead.
We set up our decoys on a slow moving part of a little stream in a nice canyon. It was only 14 degrees out but the sun was coming so I didn’t feel too chilled today. Daisy and I were too excited to be cold and Hank never gets cold. Once we had everything set up we hid in silence. It is amazing how Daisy knows when it is time. She huddled next to me with a grin on her face as we waited.
The sun came over the hill and the valley lit up. It was a gorgeous morning and everything sparkled in the sunlight. As I scanned the valley, I saw some crows and then some sparrows. Not ducks just…. Wait! In the distance I saw them They were mallards. Daisy & Hank saw them too. Daisy’s ears perked up and her mouth closed. She was serious. Hank looked at me and whispered “Here they come.” I thought to my self “Be patient. Wait and choose your target.” The pair circled around and were on the left side. My side!
As the pair of mallards circled I chose my bird. He had a fantastic green head that sparkled in the sun. I kept my eye on him waiting for the flair. There it was. I remembered to continue my swing and took my shot. BAM! Yes! First green head of the day! Daisy was impressed as she had kept her eye on him as well. She jumped from the brush and retrieved her prize and I jumped up and cheered for myself. Hank sat in the brush and grinned and laughed because I have such a hard time containing the excitement. Daisy and I assumed our positions again and quietly awaited our next sighting.
Daisy retrieves the first bird
Our morning continued as such. A couple mallards here and a couple mallards there. I would get a green one, it would drop and Daisy would grab it up for me. I would jump and cheer… a little more quietly than the first time. We had a flock of about 12 fly in and I had such a “trinoble” experience. In my book, that means I was stuck in time not knowing weather to go left or right. I had a glitch in my system. I was just beside myself. I was so excited! I looked and looked and could not focus on one green head. Finally I picked one out just in time to see that he was way too far off in the distance for me to get a shot. Daisy looked over at me with disgust as you could just tell she could not believe something did not fall from the sky. Hank and I looked at each other and chuckled quietly because we both knew what she was thinking. She was thinking I better get my act together because we had work to do. I sat up straight with a wide grin on my face and paid attention.
In the end I had a total of four birds that day. Daisy was very pleased with me and happy with a duck no matter what the color. I was especially proud to take home a pouch full of nothing but green!
Daisy and I with the green heads!
Me & my Daisy
Daisy is our Weimaraner. She is a pointer who thinks she is a retriever, or maybe she is a retriever who is really a pointer. She is an only child and a modest 95 pound beauty. A little big for her bread, but don’t under-estimate her. She does her job. In the fall she points grouse, but just before winter she retrieves ducks. She is our bird dog.
Today we headed out to hunt ducks. Daisy was excited as soon as she saw the shotguns come out of the safe. She ran circles around us at the truck, telling us to “hurry up”. We made a hike down to the low end of the stream and Daisy stayed close behind. Daisy would watch every bird that flew over head closely and wait to see if it fell from the sky. She was patient as a pointer who likes to retrieve can be.
Finally, the ducks came in. They flew off in the distance and then lo and behold they turned and circle back. Daisy watched and waited as Hank raised his gun and knocked one down. The pointer, Daisy, watched it drop from the sky and ran to retrieve it. She brought it directly back to Hank with her head held high. She was proud to be our retriever!
Daisy is proud to retrieve Hank's duck.
It wasn’t long before we saw another flock. The birds flew and Hank and I both got shots off. Hank dropped two and I dropped one. Daisy ran and retrieved Hank’s birds and then I hollard for her to come help find mine. I ran to where I thought it had dropped, but it wasn’t there. Daisy was proud to bring her assistance. She gracefully jumped over the stream and began sniffing around and then jumped back over. I have to admit, I was under estimating her when she took back to the other side. I thought she was headed back to Hank’s birds which she already had gotten. Then she popped her head up with a mouth full of duck as if to say “haha! I found her!” Shame on me for underestimating that retrieve.
I am pretty darn proud of that Daisy. She’s a good retriever for sure!
Daisy didn't want to stop for photos. There was work to be done.