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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

THE COLORS OF FALL AND THE "WILLFULLY IGNORANT"




This time of year, the lush greens of summer turn to the breathtaking colors of fall.  The woods look as if they’re ablaze. The “flaming” colors of maples, poplars and oaks set against a green, brown and gray background are marvelous to see.  

With the fall, another color of the season appears—blaze orange.  It is a color that is strongly suggested by the State of NH for hunters and people in the woods during hunting season.  In some states, wearing blaze orange apparel is a requirement for those who hunt.  Blaze orange is a color that is not found in nature.  Thus, it is a color that stands out—especially in dim light.  I’ve hunted in the Rocky Mountains--particularly at daybreak and dusk.  At those "low-light" periods--even across distant canyons, the blaze orange apparel lights up as if someone threw a switch.  Simply put, the use of blaze or “safety” orange is to make the wearer visible and to help prevent accidents.  

The author and "gunner" sister
I need to make a point here.  The “shooting” hunter does not need the blaze orange.  Blaze orange is to make someone else visible to the “shooter”--perhaps the shot is not safe because someone is in the vicinity or background of the target. Without blaze orange, a person could be nearly invisible.    Blaze orange has prevented countless accidents.  How many we’ll never know.  Statistics only report injuries and fatalities.  

Today, I "bird hunted" in an area set aside by the State of New Hampshire and the Federal Government as a "multi-use" area.  In other words, although no motorized vehicles are allowed, hunters, fishers, hikers, bicyclists, joggers, mushers and others may use the area.  Here, hunting is not only allowed, but is encouraged!  I for one have no difficulty in sharing the area with other outdoor enthusiasts, however, I have a word to say about those who I will call “the willfully ignorant"..people who fail to acquaint themselves with what is going on in the world around them.

A beaten path
I met a young woman bicycling through the area wearing dull gray athletic clothing.  I met another young woman (They’re all young at my age!) walking along a pathway with dark gray sweatshirt and light gray “slacks”.  I met what appeared to be a family group of adults and children strolling along the corridor wearing dull, nearly bark-colored clothing.  Then I saw two bicyclists in black, gray and silver clothing.   They all blended into the forest  because not one of them wore any blaze orange!  Theirs were the colors of the woods.

I suggested to my sister (who was actually the ‘gunner’ of our little duo) that I should carry a couple of blaze orange baseball caps and give them away, but after the third group of people, I realized that I couldn’t afford to outfit “the willfully ignorant”.  We learned from speaking to them that they had absolutely no idea that hunting season was in progress.  I wondered, "What planet do these people live on?  Are they so buried in their televisions and i-pads  that they are unaware of the world around them?"  (The media does countless “public safety” announcements --for the benefit of hunter and non-hunter alike--about blaze orange and the hunting seasons of the fall.)    It seems that people choose to ignore what is  going on in the world ... ......yep, the willfully ignorant.

Blaze orange even does its job when you're resting
Consider this: If a bird were to rise up, a rabbit to run out of the brush, or a deer to trot out into the open, the focus of a hunter would necessarily be on the prey.  Without proper “fall colors” (blaze orange) non-hunters who wander into the out-of-doors could be nearly invisible in the before-mentioned situations.  In other words,  someone in the background could be easily unseen and anything from hurt feelings to a tragedy could ensue.  Who would really be at fault?  The “shooter”, or the “willfully ignorant” outdoors enthusiast?  Regardless, two families could be "ruined"!

Blaze orange hats and other forms of apparel are available for nominal fees at multitudes of retail stores.  Information is available on the internet and in the press concerning hunting seasons.

 For everyone's sake, let's all be aware of the world around us!  Let's be wise and safe!  …..  and by the way Sis, you really look 'alive' in blaze orange!


Friday, October 11, 2013


DID SOMETHING REALLY STUPID TODAY...


I did something really stupid today.  I was at a site where the state stocks pheasants for its tag-holders.  My partner, George and I were returning with our dogs from a morning romp through the swamp, field and alders when the state stocking truck pulled up.  We unloaded our guns and stood still in the open field watching the whole operation.  Unfortunately, the dogs could see the birds being released too.  Yep, you guessed it.  My young dog was on hyper-drive for the rest of the morning.  In fact, she was so wound up that I called a “time out” with her and went back to the truck.  My partner had already taken a couple of roosters, so rather than chase these newly released birds, I opted to wait for another time.  (Other hunters couldn’t believe that I was walking my dog OFF the field!)   When I got home, we took a couple of pictures and called it a day.  And a pleasant day it was!  We talked with other hunters, met new dogs, and "enjoyed the moment".

George and "Abby"
The aforementioned lack of judgment reminded me of a similar thing that I did when K-Lee and I were getting ready for the Natural Ability (NA) test at our local NAVHDA Chapter.  I let her watch runs that preceded her.  She saw points, shots, falls and retrieves.  Between the gun noises, the flying and falling birds and running dogs, she was so wound up that when I released her for the test, she ran from one edge of the field to the other.  She would turn on my whistle, but she just ran too fast and too far.  She broke point and caught the birds, and then she played “keep-away” and wouldn’t give up the bird!  Worst of all, it was clear that I didn’t have a solid “recall” in-place.  I was embarrassed.  (We all know that the tests help us to determine where the holes are in our training program,  but it stinks when the hole is staring you in the face!)

So like a dummy, I made a similar mistake today, by letting her watch the unloading of crates of pheasants.  There were between four and eight birds in the air for what seemed like twenty minutes or more.  It certainly did increase her “drive” to search out birds.  She just KNEW that they were birds ‘in there’, so perhaps there was some good in it.  ...Just the same, I don't advise it.  

K-Lee with a bird after she calmed down
After K-Lee settled down and rested a little, we went out just before evening to a place I know and K-Lee was back to business and gave me a couple of really nice points.  

Then came  the conflict between gun and camera --which should I do? I decided on the gun.  The pup needed the retrieve more than I needed the photo.
 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013


 OPENING DAY IS FINALLY OVER !!

Don't get me wrong, I love the opening day of bird season, but it really takes a toll on me.  I look forward to it so much that I barely sleep the night before!  Opening day is a climax of the  pre-season rituals that have been going on in the house for at least forty days and forty nights. 
Ruffed Grouse

The dog has been keying off the change in seasons, I have been keying off the dog--and the calendar.  The "ramping up" is like an emotional crescendo.  I've worked up mental and written lists of gear, supplies, places to go.  My boots have been re-conditioned at least three times and I've replaced laces, re-attached the soles or ordered a new pair. 

The boot dryer has been given a place of prominence in my "seasonal space".  ..It goes on.


Non-productive, "circular thinking" can't compete with the compulsive, --even "driven"-- preparations for bird season, but the night before!!  Oh my!

Preparations come to a head on "opener eve".  You'd think I was preparing for a deployment to some far-off land!  And for what?  To be in the woods with the pup and pursue a small, reclusive bird--to hell and back if we choose.  The trouble is, by mid-afternoon, I'm totally wiped out.  The lack of sleep on "opener eve" and the emotional drop from the anxious high of the 'first' morning leaves me aching all over--or perhaps I wasn't in shape enough?

Can we go again Boss?
Anyhow, I'm glad it's over.  Now we're approaching the rest of the season in a more 'steady' manner.  The dog and I are fully engaged in the rites of fall, and loving every minute.  Opening day?  For me it's the travail and birth of a new season.  I'm just glad it's over!  Now we can get down to it.

If you see us in the woods or on a back road, be sure to stop and talk.  A pleasant, honest chat with like-minded souls enriches the experience .....OK!  Ready to go pup?



Monday, October 7, 2013

IF IT MOVES, I'LL POINT IT.  
Bugs became something of interest to K-Lee during the summer.  If she wasn't pointing a butterfly or something else, she was nested in the field or a flower bed.  This made for opportunities for some neat photos.  It also gave opportunity to work on her 'name recognition' and 'come' command.  Of course, it didn't help when my wife would call, "K-Lee, ...'come'... if you want to!" .. Argh!


What a great personality this pup has!  I'm really thankful for the children at "Ripsnorter Kennels".  Those kids played a huge roll in socializing the pups and did a great job. Still, the pup is a 'clean slate'...and there is much to write on this board!





IT'S FUN TO WATCH THE PUP EXPLORE.


Flower beds, porches, barns-- anything that moves is not off-limits to this little one.  I knew that I'd never have enough pictures, but i took as many as seemed practical at the time. 

Time swiftly moved along, and I suddenly realized that the pup was learning more than I was teaching.  (Papa was moving too slowly.)  There is a school of thought that says you shouldn't teach a pointing dog to sit before it has learned to point--or something like that.  In my experience, that's bull.  If the dog is any kind of smart, it won't take but a little time to correct any sitting caused by pressure from training. I had Taylor, a german shorthair that my wife taught "sit" when I was away for work.  He withstood pressure just fine.  Later, Kid, my Brittany, sat when pressured--but that's a Brittany "thing" to make you feel like you're pushing them too hard.  Had I known at the time, I would have pushed her through that behavior rather than "backing off".

 ..Kid was funny when she pointed.  Sometimes she'd "hit" a point, but mostly, she looked like a wind-up toy that simply ran out of "spring" as she slowly eased into a point and stopped.  Once I knew what to look for, I was okay with it.  Again, had I known, I would have pushed her through the submissiveness, showed her that it didn't work, and I believe her points would have been more intense and  "dramatic".

Wednesday, October 2, 2013




This is K-Lee after her arrival in New England at 10 weeks of age.   She is just as "studious" today as she was then.  These were the days of starting anew.  She was my retirement gift to myself and has been a joy--in spite of lawn excavations, chewing, and other puppy behaviors.  She was easy to house train, and she soon realized she could "out-maneuver" me.  I soon learned the key to keeping up with a pup at my age was to sleep when she did.....  It made all the difference.

The next several pages will be filled with "back-fill" to bring things up to 'today'.  I picked up the pup June 2012 and it's now Oct 2013.  The "puppy" posts will be reminisces and historical entries.  Somehow, they'll blend with 'the present'. 
Stay tuned....