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“Gus” flew off to Iowa with Brent where he will join the other dogs and learn how to be a hunting dog.
“Gus” flew off to Iowa with Brent where he will join the other dogs and learn how to be a hunting dog.
DOB: 7/4/2009 – DOD: 7/26/2024 | AKC SR57297308
Last bird of the year
From Brent about hunting with Gus:
We hunted with two visiting hunters from Tennessee who think Gus is just the most amazing dog ever.
Gus did amazing work for them. On each day, he made retrieves on soft-shot birds that ran ridiculous distances in really heavy grass. So heavy he just disappeared and all we could do is wait to see what would happen. The first big retrieve was yesterday on a very poorly hit rooster, riding a hard Northeast wind and blown out into a huge trackless sea of heavy grass. We all figured we would be searching for quite a while and Gus pretty much disappeared. I had a feeling, however, he might be on to something, so I laid off my whistle and buzzer and after several minutes of two of us searching the general area where the bird went down, Art spotted Gus spy-hopping 100 yds out. I wasn’t sure what that was all about, but still trusted him and sure enough, a moment later, he comes porpoising back through nasty reed-canary grass with a very undead 2-yr old rooster in his mouth. Just a great retrieve on a bird that I thought we would never see.
Today, he basically did the same thing on a bird in even heavier cover, though he probably was only 50-60 yds of running after the bird was on the ground. Again, Gus disappeared and again we waited for magic to happen and it did, though downwind in a stiff 25 mph breeze. For the two guys from Tennessee, this was their first pheasant hunt. They were mighty impressed with Gus’s work in putting birds up and finding them when they were down.
Birds have been relatively few this year. I’m not sure why, but Gus has done spectacularly well. Friday, he put up several birds, only one of which I could bring down, but he also tackled a wild turkey that was pointed by a friend’s GSP. Gus didn’t know what he had, but he certainly knew he liked it.