New Friends & Pheasants

Last weekend mom and dad's friends from Texas came up for a pheasant hunt. They'd been to Kansas for deer hunting before, but they've never been on a pheasant hunt. Dad and his friends, and us dogs, showed 'em how it was done. At the top of this post there are a couple of shots from day one and day two. Day one is without us dogs and day two pictures have me and CC in them. It was a great weekend. We got lots of pheasants, and even a quail! Grandpa shot it. In some of the pictures you can see CC and I are sniffing the quail. We both thought the quail was very interesting, especially because we don't get to hunt for them very often.
My girlfriend CC (the other yellow Lab), grandpa's dog Hunter (the Britney - in the left box), and my other friend Tarren (not pictured) and I had lots of fun finding birds together. However, we got very hungry and worn out with all that hunting. When we got back, CC was sooooo starving that she even raided my food stash! And I was so tired that I just lounged in my dog box for a while.
I really hope our Texas friends decide to come back to visit us and do some more pheasant hunting next year, because we all had so much fun together. And I always like meeting new people who want to go hunting with me!

Fishy Friends

I've never introduced you to my fishy friends, so I thought I would today. I've had several fishy friends throughout my life, but these two have out lasted them all. The one on the right is named Rocky (or "Suck-Ass" as dad calls him), and the other one is nameless. Mom just calls him "fishy". They live in our 30 gallon tank in mom and dad's office. Fishy is usually quite calm, but Rocky is a partier. He likes to fly around the tank really fast. He makes really big splashes, and sometimes makes lots of noise by hitting the lid of the tank. When he does this, he scares me! I don't want him to escape - he's kinda pokey. I like watching them swim.

Stella & I's Hunting Date

Today Stella got to go hunting with me, mom, and dad. It was quite an eventful day. It started off with mom and dad having to help wrangle an escaped cow for their friend. Stella and I peeked through our dog boxes in the back of the truck, to keep an eye on everything that was happening. We really wanted to help. It looked like lots of fun chasing the cow. We thought we'd be good at it, but nobody ever asked us to help.
Once that was done, we were off to find a good hunting spot. The first spot we picked, Stella got to go hunt and I had to stay in the truck. Stella was very excited, because she hasn't been hunting since last fall during dove season. Unfortunately, she got a little too excited and got into a barbed wire fence. If I would have been out there with her, I would have told her not to run into it, but dad made me stay in the truck. Once again, nobody asked for my help. It didn't seem to hurt her too bad, so she and dad went on ahead hunting today, but they couldn't find any birds.
Then, we were all off to the next patch. This time it was my turn. It was kinda cold and windy, so mom stayed in the truck - she's a wimp. I tried really hard, but I couldn't find any birds either! So, we were all off to the next patch.
On the way to the next hunting patch, we drove by dad's home town. Mom took a neat picture of it, as we were driving by - it's on the right --> .
At the next patch, it was Stella's turn to go hunting with dad again. She was in luck, no barbed wire fences this time, but she had to to through lots of tall weeds. She wanted to follow dad instead of run in front of him like she was supposed to do. She had fun anyway, but still found no birds. I hunted one more patch too, but no birds - I guess it just wasn't our day.
When we got done hunting and went back to Aunt Laura's house, we found out that poor Stella had gotten a pretty big gash in her leg. She even had to have stitches! I feel terrible!!! Aunt Laura is never going to let us take Stella hunting with us again! Maybe, if I ask real sweetly and give her my cute puppy-dog eyes, she will let me take Stella with me on another trip in the fall.