goodkarmarising wrote:I was out hunting with TK, Doc and Eric one morning on a public marsh in KS. One of us had knocked down a bird into the marsh and I sent my oldest out on a "line" into the marsh where I had seen the bird fall down. Well my oldest kept coming back to the levy/bank and I was getting frustrated at him for not following directions. Next thing I saw, was him popping up out of the tall grass on the levy with a duck in his mouth. That, along with several other instances have taught me to trust my dog, when he isn't necessarily taking directions from me.
AMEN to that. Brandy, like all hunting dogs, can see, hear, and smell much better than any human.
One time my cousin and I saw a nice flock of mallards on an ice shelf of a medium sized lake. We stalked them, crawling through the weeds for like an hour and a half. when we finally did the jump we were right on top of like 60 mallards. I got a scotch double, 4 total and my cousin shot 3 greenheads. It was well worth the long crawl.
We had some crips and floaters, and where was Brandy? A long walk away in her dog box. I brought her to the lake and bid her to fetch. She doesn't like ice and hesitated. I grabbed her and threw her in the water. She came up, nose first and smelled all the crips up wind. She brought all 7 of them back and had never seen any of them shot. I didn't try to cast her much, after she smelled them she was on auto pilot. Straight line didn't mean as much as that great nose.