Joe Allegretti (of Northridge CA) writes of Ammo's second hunting
season:
Ammo continued to excel in the field this year. We started out on doves
for the first time and he did a great job finding and retrieving them;
unfortunately, it was my worst dove season in over 20 years. We then moved
into quail season-- again another poor one. Fortunately, pheasant season
was better.
We made our annual trip to North Dakota, where 10 hunters bagged 90 pheasant
in 3 days. Ammo did extremely well here, flushing around 50 birds and retrieving
about 25. On one occasion, he retrieved a pheasant my father had shot about
60 yards to my right. While he was doing this, I dropped a bird about 45
yards to my left. My bird hit the ground running. Seeing this, with one pheasant
already in his mouth, Ammo chased down and caught the second pheasant, holding
it down with his paws until one of the other
hunter s in our group could get it. He flushed and retrieved numerous
birds on a junior pheasant hunt, catching one on the ground (planted pheasants
being what they are). A trip to the Antelope Valley Sportsman's Club with
my 11 year old daughter (right) and her 74 year old grandfather resulted
in four pheasant and two chukar in the bag.
Over Thanksgiving in northwestern Nevada, Ammo plunged into an icy slough
in very cold weather to retrieve three downed mallards. I was hoping he would
get an opportunity on retrieving some big Canadas, but they weren't flying
that day. A trip to Kern Refuge produced three teal, all retrieved by Ammo.
More importantly, Ammo has become a true member of the family. He accompanied
us on family trips to Lake Tahoe and southern Utah. He sleeps in my room
and on my children's beds. He barks at the pool man and gardeners. And, as
he has done since he was a puppy, craves affection continuously. I think
my wife loves him more than I do. He is simply a great dog. |
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