Post by E.a.g.l.e on Jan 7, 2007 15:38:47 GMT -5
Lars knew better than to hunt on a horse trail... but Spirit could still get a work-out. He had his dog on heel while holding her leash and he was just plain enjoying the day as they walked. When they turned off the dirt road and found the feild he sighed happily. Lars quickly set to work setting everything up. He buckled the bell to Spirit's collar so he would be able to hear her whereever she was in the field, this would also tell him when she was on point because he would stop hearing the bell. He threw the whistle's string over his head. He unclipped the leash and coiled it up to place in his pocket. With a blow of his whistle Spirit sprang off into the field.
He could see where she was because the tall grass would move around. Every now and then he would almost walk on top of her when she was on point, and then he would realize that his clumsy approach had scared the bird off... but the persistant dog had stayed on point anyways. They finally got a bird up when Lars heard her bell stop over to his right. He quietly snuck up to find her pointing to a large patch of tall grass that obviously sheltered something inside. He started to kick at the grass when suddenly a rooster exploded out from the brush. He stepped back with a praising yell to his dog as the pheasant retreated to safety by sky. Mockingly, Lars brought his arms up to hold an invisible gun, he followed the bird and pretended to pull the trigger. He sighed and dropped his arms to his side once more. Tooting his whistle a few times Lars got Spirit to stop hunting long enough for him to scratch her on the ears in praise. "Thata girl!". Lars sat down and dug in the pockets of his hunting vest, trying to find the two sandwhiches that he had packet earlier. He succesfully retrieved them and threw one to Spirit, while sitting down to eat his own PBJ.
He could see where she was because the tall grass would move around. Every now and then he would almost walk on top of her when she was on point, and then he would realize that his clumsy approach had scared the bird off... but the persistant dog had stayed on point anyways. They finally got a bird up when Lars heard her bell stop over to his right. He quietly snuck up to find her pointing to a large patch of tall grass that obviously sheltered something inside. He started to kick at the grass when suddenly a rooster exploded out from the brush. He stepped back with a praising yell to his dog as the pheasant retreated to safety by sky. Mockingly, Lars brought his arms up to hold an invisible gun, he followed the bird and pretended to pull the trigger. He sighed and dropped his arms to his side once more. Tooting his whistle a few times Lars got Spirit to stop hunting long enough for him to scratch her on the ears in praise. "Thata girl!". Lars sat down and dug in the pockets of his hunting vest, trying to find the two sandwhiches that he had packet earlier. He succesfully retrieved them and threw one to Spirit, while sitting down to eat his own PBJ.
