[su_heading size=”37″]On Point With Bird Dogs[/su_heading]
Training Hunting Dogs
Story and photographs by Steve Meyer
[su_dropcap style=”light”]W[/su_dropcap]hile driving through the night to beat the sunrise over the hunting grounds that were still a hundred miles distant, our furry hunting partner was tossing and turning in the backseat, dreaming of coursing over harsh terrain and climbing vertical rocky outcrops for a bird he has found. Occasionally he would rise to press his soft muzzle on our cheeks to nuzzle and make sure all was well.
Moments after reaching the entrance to the hopelessly barren and ominous terrain where nature has somehow orchestrated the survival of birds, Winchester is long gone, only visible by the GPS screen communicating his location. A half mile distant, and about 800 vertical feet above, his body goes rigid; only his tail “feathers” blow in the mountain air. You would think he was cast in stone. Finally, after ascending to his position, I search for the small, fuzzy blobs of camouflage feathers that are surely there. Slowly I begin to doubt. I look again to Winchester for reassurance; he ignores me. I turn back and glimpse gray-and-white ghosts flying up the mountainside. Ptarmigan. Ah, no matter. Winchester has struck out again, up the mountain and is coursing the slopes with his head held high, a tireless hunter cast in the memory of his storied English setter ancestry. Moments in time.
Winchester holding point on a whitetail ptarmigan while I moved around to photograph. This bird was left unmolested; he was just too cooperative to consider shooting.
One summer day in 2010, Winchester bravely made the trip from his birthplace in North
Dakota to the Delta Airlines cargo office in Anchorage, Alaska, and forever changed our lives.
At seven weeks old he ran across the parking lot on his wobbly puppy legs and promptly pointed a songbird. After catching him, with the assistance of some friendly folks who were mesmerized by this black-and-white ball of energy, we immediately knew he was going to be special.
Pointing dogs are not your typical gun dog, and big running setters are, similar to their only serious competition in the gun-dog world, English pointers, incredibly gifted physical specimens that astound the senses with their prey drive and bird-finding ability.
The wide-open spaces of high country become theaters as their human hunting partners are mesmerized by the ballet conducted before their eyes. The edge of nowhere, places where few have been or will ever go, where even horses cannot climb, these magnificent animals unfold a drama that can find us sentimental gun-dog folks teary-eyed, and grateful for the front row seat to the show.
When Winchester showed up at the trap and skeet range at nine weeks of age he had already been exposed to gunfire in a way that convinced him it was a good thing. A fellow shooter asked, “What are you going to do with a bird dog in territory that has no birds?” It’s a common reaction we Alaskans with gun dogs hear. Most folks here are conditioned to the spruce grouse that are typically taken on the side of gravel roads where they come for grit to aid in digestion, and a dog is hardly required for success. Most hunters, even bird hunters in Alaska, don’t consider ptarmigan as a viable proposition for the gun dog. The Alaska Department of Fish and Game concluded with annual surveys that 90 percent of ptarmigan are taken via snowmobile during the winter months when they can be easily found and shot with .22 rifles or pistols. When they flush they don’t flush far, and some hunters follow the flock, shooting until none are left.
There is an exception to these standards: the whitetail ptarmigan. The smallest member of the ptarmigan family is also its wildest.
Whitetail ptarmigan inhabit country that is foreboding to any type of vehicle traffic, and they live where Dall sheep dwell, way up high. Just getting into these areas is an adventure in itself. If there is a perfect match for running gun dogs, it is this bird. Spreading out across the range they will inhabit a 2,500-acre mountain valley. Setters, with their physical gifts and ability to operate in cold environments all day long, are uniquely qualified to find the birds.
Christine Cunningham hopes to see a black bear emerge from a den on the slopes of the Kenai Mountains, in Alaska. Cogswell has her back.
Colt, nine weeks old, hitches a ride with Cunningham after a long climb (for a puppy) on his first hunting trip to the Kenai Mountains.
At six months old, Winchester was climbing into sheep country and finding whitetails as if he had been born doing it. Some gun-dog folks were critical of allowing Winchester to run around mountain country at such a young age. Worried that we might be doing something detrimental, we called the breeder to inquire. He laughed and said, “Yeah, most folks don’t get what these setters are about. As long as he is happy and wants to go, let him go.” After the first year of watching Winchester unfold in the field, I was certain that he exemplified the qualities of an extraordinary gun dog – a true once-in-a-lifetime prospect.
Before Winchester’s first birthday we had already decided another setter was necessary. In spite of their physical prowess, even the best of the best dogs cannot hunt in the mountains day after day. Winchester’s GPS collar showed his typical day in the high country covered 30 to 35 miles. So, with a dual purpose in mind, Parker arrived at the same Delta cargo office shortly after Winchester’s first birthday. Having come from the same kennel with equally magnificent bloodlines, she would be Winchester’s relief until she was old enough to breed, and then she would make more setters; two that would hunt with their papa into the foreseeable future. Best laid plans.
“If there is a perfect match for running gun dogs, it is the Whitetail Ptarmigan”
Winchester owning all he sees while hunting whitetail ptarmigan in the high country of the Kenai Mountains.
When Parker turned two the process of breeding started. Well, it could have started; Parker would have nothing to do Winchester. Parker was smitten with Red, our Irish setter who was neutered. For two cycles she avoided Winchester’s advances, and it seemed unlikely they would ever conceive, but just after her third birthday she came into heat again, and something changed because she was quite receptive. On June 30, 2014, the blessed arrival of the puppies quickly turned into a nightmare because Parker was having extreme difficulties. She was seen by the vet, who induced labor to get the process started. Her labor lasted for three days, bearing seven pups in the first 24 hours and then four more over the next two days. It was a very large first litter, with one stillborn and several extremely small. An emergency trip to the vet, lots of bottle feeding and hoping for the best wasn’t good enough; we lost five more. The last little one was a beautiful tri-colored girl who we held in our arms to comfort until she passed.
We aren’t breeders, and although we had prior experience with litters, this was different. These puppies were special; losing so many was heartbreaking and life changing. After that, any thought of letting the survivors go to other homes was unthinkable. Four boys – Colt, Hugo, Cogswell, Boss – and one little girl named Purdey would never have to leave their family. “Have you lost your minds?” people would ask. Granted, when you already have three chocolate Labrador retrievers (the duck hunters) and three setters it does appear to be a bit irrational. We had the good fortune of unique circumstances which allowed us to foster the relationships that are so important for four-legged hunting partners: my recent retirement coupled with enough space for them to run and grow, and an extraordinary love of dogs. Possible? Yes, if not a bit daunting.
Hugo jumps into Cunningham’s arms while playing.
Timing found the pups too young for real hunting when the season rolled around in fall. The experiences with all of our dogs have shown that a critical element in building a relationship is taking them out of their comfort zone and into the field, where they learn that you will always be there for them. Colt, because he looks so much like Winchester, went to the field first. At nine weeks old he rode in his first bush plane to a mountain lake that’s an ideal base to hunt ptarmigan from. Winchester had been injured earlier and could not make the trip, so we hunted with another fella who had a Lab and a setter. Colt ran the mountains with all his might. When he got tired he rode in a small backpack or my wife Christine’s game vest. He had the time of his puppy life, and the way he interacted with us showed the strong bond that trip formed. A few days later, Boss flew into Redoubt Bay with the Labs, and donned camouflage face paint to hide his little white setter face in the blind; he loved every minute. Cogswell, Hugo and Purdey all made overnight camping trips before they were three months old.
There may be something better than a setter puppy snuggled into your sleeping bag, but whatever it is escapes me at the moment. It is said that puppies that stay together, like ours
have, will form a “superbond,” and be less bonded to their people. That might happen, but for
now they are ten months old, and there is no question who they would rather be with. The difficulty is refereeing the fights over who gets to lay in the recliners with us because they won’t all fit – we’ve have tried.
The next chapter for these pups will be written this fall when they follow their magnificent father’s lead into the high country for the season opener. The moment in time when he points the first bird and all of his pups back him up will be the reward of all time. The trouble, the vet bills, the chewed items and everything else that comes with a setter family will mean nothing, and that moment cannot come soon enough. ASJ
(LEFT) That’s Red on the far left; in the back are Hugo and Winchester; in the middle is Purdey; and in the front row are Cogswell, Colt and Boss. They all hang out with us in the loft, and their attention has nothing to do with treats. Setters love to be sung to and they will sit and listen like little kids. (RIGHT) The puppies Boss, Purdey, Colt, Cogswell and Hugo, all named for gun makers, and keeping in line with Winchester and Parker, their parents.
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1. Venus the Bulldog
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Venus the Bulldog was the sassy mascot of the Royal Navy destroyer HMS VANSITTART. (1941)
2. The Very Proud Dog
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A mascot proudly poses in front of the the British RAF men who bombed the Nazi warships at Bergen. (11th April 1940)
3. Aloysius the Lamb
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An R.A.F squadron adopted a lamb as a mascot and named him Aloysius. The lamb and one of the sergeants quickly became best friends. (18th December 1939)
4. The Biker English Bulldog
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This is the English bulldog mascot of a regiment from Quebec based in England. (11th October 1941)
5. The Dog Boarding His Plane
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R.A.F. Captain Eric Stanley Lock boarding his Spitfire with this really cute dog. (31st July 1941)
6. The Bored Dog
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Spectators enjoy a baseball game between the US army and the Canadian forces, at Wembley stadium in London. (8th August 1943)
7. Scrappy the Dog and Joe the Monkey
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American pilot Robert W Biesecker and his crew are posing with their two mascots, a dog named Scrappy and a monkey named Joe.(18th October 1943)
8. Butch O’Brien
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This life-jacket wearing spaniel is Butch O’Brien, a spaniel mascot of the US Navy, on board his ship in the Sea of Japan. (Circa 1944)
9. Willie the Bull Terrier
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American General George S. Patton holds with his bull terrier.(1944)
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Coupie, the canine mascot of a squadron in the Allied Expeditionary Air Force, used to visit each aircraft and pilot before take-off. (24th April 1944)
11. The Adventurous Kitten
Chilling on the shoulder of a Royal Air Force pilot. (Circa 1944)
12. Queenie the Champion Bulldog
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Queenie is participating in a dog show to raise money for “War Weapons Week,” in Twickenham. (1941)
13. The Guard Bulldog
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A steel-hatted bulldog on guard outside a block of flats in London.(15th October 1940)
14. The Brave Saint Bernard
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A French patrol with a Saint Bernard makes their way through a beautiful snowy valley in France. (February 1940)
15. The Startled Mascot
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A member of the British Expeditionary Force smiles from the train window with his mascot having been safely evacuated back home from France. (1st May 1940)
16. The Attentive Dog
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A dog watches AA gunners watching the enemy. (Circa 1940)
17. The Heroic Terriers
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Two Airedale terriers at a canine training camp in England. One dog wears a special gas mask and the other carries rations for a wounded soldier. (16th October 1939)
18. The Very Professional Dog
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Dogs acted as couriers to scattered posts in the French zone. This dog stands by a French officer waiting to deliver his written message (1939)
19. Spot the Terrier
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Members of L Section of the AFS (Auxiliary Fire Service) from London offer titbits of food to Spot, a stray terrier they adopted as their official mascot. (21st March 1941)
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“Hoy” was the dog mascot of a minesweeper on the HMS Bangor. Here he is being held by a member of the crew. (1st May 1941)
21. Oleg of the Glacier
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Oleg of the Glacier, a Samoyed, on a patrol with one of the Canadian soldiers who had adopted him as a mascot. (1941)
22. The Very Serious Dog
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American troops and their pet dog are reading a scrapbook. (March 1942)
23. Judy the Hero
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Judy, an English pointer, has probably accomplished more during the war than you will during an entire lifetime. Formerly a ship’s dog on board HMS Gnat and HMS Grasshopper, Judy helped save the lives of servicemen after the Grasshopper was sunk. She then spent three and a half years in Japanese prisoner-of-war camps, narrowly escaping death many times. She was the only dog to be registered as a Second World War Prisoner of War. This picture was taken right before she was awarded a Dickin Medal, the PDSA’s version of a Victoria Cross, for her heroism during World War II. (5th August 1946)
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