How to Train Your Lab to Hunt
Stories From Frank’s Field Bag.
Ember was the star of LabsnDucks. She made every lesson that I tried to explain to my readers so easy for me. Consistent with everything she ever did, she was eager, responsive, hardworking, and never camera shy! But as with all the dogs any of us bring into our lives, when you sign up for day one, you sign up for day last. Ember lived a good long while for a working Lab. She nearly made it to fourteen. Yet
Lord only knows how many miles away was all this theatre – but for us, it was seemingly a hand reach distant.
The Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Newburyport, MA holds its 52nd annual youth waterfowl hunt
Cedar was a gentle soul filled with sweetness and innocence. Her tender heart craved love and gave love back. How often Ruth would say, “Look at Cedar, she’s smiling.” And we would smile with her, appreciating how far we all had come.
We literally walked head first into the weather and did what we had to do. We were prepared, we were organized, we were equipped, and Lord knows we were ready.
The next 30 seconds would be void of sound, save the piercing music of these geese. We were now active, willing participants in time standing still.
She had a wonderful habit of rising to the occasion. Whether ripping through briars to put a cock pheasant in flight, battling an ice filled river to retrieve a downed Bufflehead, or shagging tennis balls off the back porch for the kids, Windy was in her element.