His name is Chubs. We took him out with Clint’s Airedale’s this morning. Pheasants were awful hard to find today. We on saw two roosters and no hens. Clint killed one rooster. It wasn’t a wasted morning by any means, however, as we saw at least 50 quail. Chubs was impressive with the quail. So much fun to see a pointer locked down. He’s well mannered and fast becoming a buddy too. I have no idea how that fella could stand to sell him but I’m glad he did and I’m glad he didn’t cry when I hauled him off. Lol.
Here is Clint with a tailless rooster. He made a great shot and I believed the bird to be dead on impact. I was wrong. Luckily his male, Abe, tracked him around 200 yards and snatched him. Unfortunately the tail feathers generally do not survive those ordeals.