Hunting stories

“Lotta”, unlike “Chara”, is stubborn and willful. Must be more, than, the others dogs, genes Airedale-terrier, got in the blood, to her. To achieve the proper performance of a particular team, you need to practice twenty, thirty times a day. Do it all the time, otherwise in a week she will forget everything or pretend.

In addition to rotten and shit, she had another passion – small birds, for which she chases in excitement at every opportunity. You scream do not scream, she likes to be playing, and she appreciated my excessively mild character quickly. It will play enough. After then runs, falls in the feet and asks forgiveness for disobedience.

My nervous system and vocal cords have long required the intervention of doctors. However, what inspiration me, that the work gives at least some result.The dog has acquired a degree of solicitude, responds to the commands, even if not to the accuracy of the watch movement, but the smiles of passers-by are no longer in sight. To consolidate the existing skills, we passed the training course in another club of dog breeders. And this benefited us.

Time does not run it flies. Spring has come. It is time for exams – test for dog on the quail search. This is the base of the entire learning for the dog. However, how can a dog pass an exam for the training of something, that, it have, never seen. This year the quail did not arrive. We walked around with “Lotta” all the surrounding fields. In despair, I wanted to hire a teacher by training. However, they all just waved their hands: – “There is nothing to train.”

My active friends had an idea to send the teacher along with the dog to another, more successful in terms of game, the area. However, this venture also broke. The trainers did not want to go in another area. We were desperate. However, nothing can be doing against the circumstances. The tests dogs to the quail, for the first time did not take place because of the absence of such.

We had to exhibit at the exhibition, on the exterior of young dogs, without a diploma of field tests. Here, in the circle of sisters we took the first place in the ring. Ring of the dogs – bitches, turned out, to be much preferable, than, ring, dogs-cables. And the dispute between the first, second and third dog, came in, an intense discussion, of the responsible judges.

Any victory is pleasantly inspiring. However, the breeder of hunting dogs knows that a diploma in the exterior without testing in the field is worthless. And already in two weeks, tests on a duck, which, “Lotta” too saw not so often, should take place. Although we went to the spring hunt in the field on a weekly basis, the trophies mined only to please the domestic.

Thinking about the trials, I walked with the dog through the city park. Hunting for the duck has not yet opened. Required exemplar for the training for dog, there was nowhere to take. Therefore, I was inclined to miss the next exam for the dog, “by work on duck”.

However, our thoughts are a product of higher intelligence, which builds our life according to our own discretion and understanding. Happy is the one who consciously or unconsciously captures these rhythms of life and, corresponds, to them.

When, we in despaired, went to the shore of the pond, before us lay, killed by a duck. The dog wanted to grab it. However, I drove it away, and then I called my dog and tied a leash to the collar. I did not carry bags with me. And to carry in the hands of a dead bird, means to give rise to gossip.

So many believed it, that, the dead in the park swans, the result to training the hunting dogs. This is nonsense, but you cannot prove it to everyone.

Usually, in the early morning, Alexander, my old acquaintance from childhood, wanders around the park and gathers beer cans. I could ask him to take the duck out from park. However, this day he was not in the park. So I had to make it myself.

Back home, I left the dog, took the bag and headed for the duck, already no longer hoping for look it there. It took more than half an hour, during this time; it could have been pecking by crows, to toning stray dogs or picking by numerous passers baying. However, when I returned to the coveted place, the duck lay in the same position, and, as a guard, on the bench sat an unsuspecting woman. She only spread her hands from an unexpected find.

What will be should be. I took this episode as a sign of fate and began preparing for the tests.

What is required of the dog in trials and noted in all the classical literature on the training applied to my hooligan puppy seems to be a fantasy. Neither that to sit down near to the owner, and to give fowl in an arm or a hand, “Lotta” did not think at all to run behind an “fetch”, that for a hunting dog, looked, at least, it is strange.

An effective tool for training, we found from the first steps. It offal, to an unclean, finely chopped, with a hideous smell, from which the dog drooled. For her sake, she was ready to run fast, to be cautious and give it in her hand. Remained the smallest thing – to explain to the dog what is required of it, at the same time to follow your emotions, that, in a fit, of rage not to down to “a dog squeal”.

Our joint work was making hard with a creak. In the courtyard a dead duck flew through the fruit trees, “Lotta” ran after it, grabbed and carried it to the offal feeder, then, wagging its tail, demanded compensation. The most difficult element in all this simple combination was to get the bird in the hand. The dog threw it, not, reaching a few steps, or then, tightly clenched jaw, did not give the extracted prey. Sometimes even a piece of delicacy could not cure a dog of greed. However, time and labor will all erase. Now the dog can be training on the street and without the offal. Moreover, unlucky dog-owners are surprised: – “It is necessary, what clever dog.”

After exam, the inveterate loves hunter dogs will tell: – “Your dog received a diploma, because you prayed to your God, otherwise, how to explain the miracles of transfiguration.”

Out of ten dogs, presented on the first day, only six received, a field test diploma, and, those who did not pass the exam were well prepared.

I do not deny it I prayed and did not just pray, but with zeal. Moreover, I advise others to do the same.

Traditionally, on the field trials, hunters drive up in the evening. They arrange camp, light campfires, prepare field dishes, and enjoy the conversation all night, remembering the history of the adventures of the past year.

Vladlen for the past ten years has not missed camp’s meeting, and has always been at the center of discussions. After all, he is a dog-owner with a long experience. Prior to the Stasi, he kept a jag terrier, and came to the trials with him. This time he had a direct interest. In addition to his dog, puppies were exhibited – direct descendants, and this, with a lucky coincidence, additional points to her pedigree.

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