It has become a family tradition to hunt birds with my father, brother, and nephew as well as a friend or two on Thanksgiving morning. I started the tradition when my nephew was very small to introduce him to hunting with dogs much like my grandfather did for me with his love for beagles and giving me a pup when I was a little boy. That introduction gave me a life long love for training, hunting, and the appreciation for any type of dog that hunts. I am sure grandad is still looking down on us and enjoying another generation of "dog guys".
The generations of bird shooter......aters.............. Actually, we did very well and had a beautiful day to enjoy what god has blessed me with.
A nice point by my 17 month old pointer backed by my buddies 18 month old Brit with the nephew moving in to flush.
Here is another point by my young pointer that did so well in Michigan on grouse and woodcock in October. He is a real keeper. Tremendous nose and style and is extemely steady on first scent. The rooster was located almost at my feet at the bottom of the photo holding very tight in the switchgrass. I had to look for a while before he flushed because the point was so far away.
Here is another point on the same young dog. He is enjoying the scent of the bird if you look closely at his mouth.
Dad about to enjoy the labors of the young dogs work.
My brother working into a point by both the Pointer and Brittany.
A couple of more nice finds by the dogs.
And the picture that my sister in law wants to frame of my nephew moving in to flush on a double find.
Family and a wonderful day in the field. I don't beleive there is a better day possible. When times gets tough, I think of these days and look at the pictures and know that I am truly a blessed man.