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Stories and other lies (as told by me!)


"The Girls in all of their glory"

~as told by "BlkPheznt"


UPON RISING ON THIS COLD AND BLUSTERY NOVEMBER MORNING, I COULD JUST TELL THERE WAS A GREAT DAY OF HUNTING AHEAD!

MY NEIGHBOR DAVE AND I LOADED ALL OF OUR GEAR IN HIS TRUCK, AND THEN LET THE "GIRLS" OUT OF THE KENNEL FOR A FUN DAY AT WORK.

OUR "GIRLS" WERE NAMED "DAMEY" AND "COCOA". THEY WERE TWO OF THE FINEST HUNTING GERMAN SHORTHAIRED POINTERS YOU COULD EVER HAVE THE PLEASURE OF HUNTING OVER! THEY WERE SISTERS, AND IF THERE WAS ANY ONE THING EITHER OF THEM WAS LACKING, THE OTHER ONE HAD A DOUBLE DOSE OF. THEY WERE TRAINED OVER THEIR MOTHER "PRINCESS" WHO WAS SUCH A GREAT HUNTER, EVERYTIME YOU TOOK HER HUNTING YOU KNEW YOU'D GET AT LEAST (1) ONE BIRD WITHOUT EVEN PULLING THE TRIGGER.....SHE WOULD CATCH ONE LIVE JUST TO PROVE HOW GOOD SHE WAS!! THE "GIRLS" WERE JUST AS GOOD AS THEIR MOTHER. I GUESS THAT PROVES THAT THERE IS JUST NO REPLACEMENT FOR PURE BLOOD LINES.

THE WAY THEY WERE ACTING, I WAS THANKFUL WE'D BOTH JUST HAD A GOOD BREAKFAST, FOR YOU COULD TELL WE WOULD BE IN FOR A VERY BUSY DAY OF WALKING AND SHOOTING.

ON THE WAY TO THE FIELDS DAVE AND I SWAPPED TALES AND LIES OF PREVIOUS HUNTS TOGETHER. BY LIES I REFER TO TRUE STORIES THAT ARE NOT READILY BELIEVED BY THOSE WHO HAVEN'T HUNTED WITH US.

ON OUR WAY OUT OF TOWN WE STOPPED BY "OUR" HARDEE'S FOR ONE LAST "WARM-ME-UP" CUP OF COFFEE, AND THEN HEADED STRAIGHT TO THE HUNT.

WHEN WE ARRIVED AT OUR FAVORITE HUNTING PLACE, WE COULD JUST TELL IT WAS GOING TO BE A GREAT DAY TO BE AFIELD. THE AIR WAS VERY CRISP AND RELATIVELY CALM DOWN IN THE DRAWS AND HOLLOWS.

WE LET THE "GIRLS" OUT TO STRETCH THEIR LEGS, WHILE WE UNLOADED THE REST OUR HUNTING GEAR. BY THE TIME WE WERE READY TO GO, OUR COMPANIONS WERE ALREADY AT WORK, CRISSCROSSING THE HILLSIDE IN FRONT OF US, AND SNORTING THE GROUND! YES, IT WAS GOING TO BE A GLORIOUS DAY.

WE HAD NOT WALKED MORE THAN A HUNDRED YARDS DOWN THE FENCELINE BEFORE THE DOGS LOCKED UP ON POINT, ON THE EDGE OF A FRESHLY PLOWED FIELD. DAVE AND I BOTH TRIED TO SEE WHAT THEY WERE LOCKED UP ON, BUT COULD SEE NOTHING. BUT WHEN THESE TWO GIRLS WENT ON POINT, YOU COULD TAKE IT TO THE BANK THAT THERE WAS SOMETHING THERE. BUT THEY WERE ALSO INCLINED NOT TO BREAK POINT UNLESS THE QUARRY MOVED. SO AFTER A COUPLE OF MINUTES OF WAITING WE "DREW-STRAWS" TO SEE WHO GOT TO BE THE THIRD DOG. I LOST! I STEPPED BEHIND THE DOGS,PUT ONE HAND ON EACH GIRLS RUMP, AND TRIED PUSHING TO BREAK THE POINT, OR FLUSH THE QUARRY, TO NO AVAIL. FINALLY, DOUBTING THE TWO SUREST NOSES THIS PART OF THE COUNTRY, (shame on me) I WALKED IN BETWEEN THEM AND RIGHT INTO THE END FURROUGH OF THE FIELD. WELL I'M HERE TO TELL YOU, DON'T EVER DO THAT WITH (2) TWO DOGS 3 FEET BEHIND YOU, 'CAUSE WHEN THAT ROOSTER JUMPED UP BETWEEN MY FEET, HE ABOUT KNOCKED ME DOWN AND THE GIRLS DID TRYING TO GET AT HIM! LUCKILY "DEAD-EYE-DAVE" PICKED HIM OFF WHEN HE GOT UP AND AWAY, AND DAVE'S DOG COCOA WAS MORE THAN HAPPY TO BRING HIM BACK!

AFTER I PICKED MYSELF UP OUT OF THE END ROW, AND RETREIVED MY TRUSTY SIDE BY SIDE, WE WERE READY TO GO AGAIN. WE MOVED TO A PASTURED FIELD AND STOOD AND WATCHED AS COCOA AND DAMEY PROCEEDED TO WORK THIS FIELD OVER WITH GREAT PRECISSION, YET IN AN ODD MANNER. THEY WERE BOTH WORKING THE WHOLE AREA BUT WOULD GO ON POINT, THEN OFF, THEN ON AGAIN. WE DECIDED THAT IN THIS TALL PASTURE GRASS, WHATEVER THEY WERE SCENTING WAS MOVING ON THEM LIKE CRAZY, SO WE DECIDED TO HELP OUT BY BUSTING LAID OVER CLUMPS OF GRASS TO SEE WHAT WE COULD FIND TOO. AFTER STOMPING AND DRAGGING MY FEET THROUGH THE CLUMPS A FEW MINUTES, I STEPPED ON SOMETHING AND HAD IT RIGHT BETWEEN MY FEET! AND WITHIN 60 SECONDS I HAD BOTH DOGS ON POINT AT MY FEET (here we go again) I YELLED OVER TO DAVE TO GET READY CAUSE I HAD A PRESENT FOR HIM, WHEN HE ASKED IF I WAS SURE, I TOLD HIM EITHER I HAD ONE CAUGHT, OR SOMEONE LEFT A BEACHBALL OUT HERE LAST SUMMER!

WELL DAVE GOT READY, I JUMPED BACK, AND ONE OF THE BIGGEST ROOSTERS I'VE EVER SEEN CAME FLYING OUT FROM THAT CLUMP OF GRASS, LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW. DAVE TOOK THE FIRST SHOT AND MISSED, I MANAGED TO GET OFF A QUICK SECOND SHOT & DROPPED THE SUCKER LIKE A LEAD SLED. DAMEY RETRIEVED HIM AND BROUGHT HIM BACK TO ME, AND WE ALL TOOK A BREAK UNTIL WE COULD QUIT LAUGHING.

WE THEN MOVED ON TO A WOODED AREA WHICH WAS USUALLY QUITE FRUITFUL, TO TRY OUR LUCK. AS WE CLIMBED THE HILL LEADING INTO THE WOODS, COCOA TOOK OFF LIKE A BAT FROM A BELFRY AND DISAPPEARED OVER THE TOP OF THE HILL. BEFORE WE REACHED THE TOP OF THE HILL, WE HEARD SOMETHING QUITE STRANGE. FIRST COCOA WOULD BARK (which neither dog ever did in the field) AND THEN YOU'D HEAR A CACKLE. bark-cackle-bark-cackle. WHEN WE GOT TO THE TOP, WE SAW THE FUNNIEST SIGHT OF THE DAY. IN A ROW OF TALL PINE TREES, WITH NO LIMBS ON THE LOWER 8 FEET, RESTED A BIG OL' ROOSTER,SCOLDING THE HELL OUT OF COCOA FOR LETTING US KNOW WHERE HE WAS, AND COCOA LOCKED UP IN A "I'M NOT SURE WHAT TO DO" KIND OF POINT. FINALLY WITH COCOA AND DAMEY BOTH SITTING BELOW HIM HE DECIDED TO BOOK ON OUT OF THAT TREE, WHICH HASTENED HIS DEMISE CONSIDERABLY! DAVE WAS QUICK TO DROP HIM IN FLIGHT, AND TO INFORM ME THAT HE HAD HIS LIMIT, SO WE MIGHT WANT TO START BACK. SO WE WORKED SLOWLY BACK TOWARDS THE TRUCK, COVERING SOME NEW GROUND IN THE PROCESS.

WE WALKED DOWN INTO A DRAW WHICH HAD A FENCE ROW OF MULTI-FLORA ROSE. THE DOGS WENT BUSTING INTO THE MULTI-FLORA FOR ALL THEY WERE WORTH, AND DAVE AND I HUSTLED TO THE OTHER END OF THE ROW. SURE ENOUGH THE TRACKING BEAUTIES FLUSHED ANOTHER NICE COCK OUT RIGHT AHEAD OF THEM. ONE QUICK SHOT, AND WE COULD CHALK UP TWO BIRDS APIECE, AND GOING HOME TIME!

UPON REACHING THE TRUCK, WE PUT AWAY OUR GEAR AND GAME, AND KENNELED UP THE GIRLS. ON THE WAY BACK THROUGH TOWN, WE STOPPED AT "OUR" HARDEE'S AND ATE LUNCH, AND FED BOTH THE GIRLS A COUPLE OF WELL DESERVED BURGERS FOR A JOB WELL DONE.

ON THE RIDE HOME DAVE AND I SWAPPED SOME NEW & FRESH STORIES AND LIES OF TODAYS' HUNT. BUT LIKE I TOLD YOU AT THE START OF THIS STORY, OUR LIES ARE TRUE STORIES THAT MOST HUNTERS WOULDN'T BELIEVE IF THEY HADN'T BEEN HUNTING WITH US!!!


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