Other friends…10/6

Four and eight legged types are what I am talking about. Today my springer dog started her fall training. If I have to get in shape after the surgeon’s knife then she has to get in shape for fall hunting. We spent this morning in a confined area, our living room.

We were working on commands.... stay, bang, fetches and come, give. I think you get the picture. This is work for the two of us but for successful bird hunting it has to be done often. Iowa peasant is not a matter of luck, it is knowing where to be at the right time, just like fishing.

It was Oct 2nd and the new knee when in. They said I couldn’t drive for 6 weeks but waqnt me to walk. What better way than to take the dog along with a shot gun.

It’s old dead eye, just ask the Fryguy and how Mr. Annie Oakley put a hole in the side of his garage, damn here his head.

So it’s animal training and this isn’t a first for me. We had a prior dog that I almost trained, and several g. pigs, pets of the kids that lives in a cardboard box and eats carrots. They wouldn’t quite mind me either.

I’ve only had one successful pet training once and that was with a mysterious little black ante that would come out at lunch breaks. It was when I was teen cutting grass at a cemetery and I would take a lunch break and sit at the same stop daily. I noticed that a large black ant would come out and sit on my lunch bag. This happened daily and one day I offered it a crumb. It took it ran to it’s hole and came back for seconds.

This happened for weeks on end. The little guy knew when I was coming and was they’re waiting to share lunch before the noon whistle blew. On the third day I put a white paint spot on his back so I knew him from all his cousins.
His trick would amuse some of my rather keened minded friend and lasted all summer till one day it (the ant) tried dancing with a lawn mower blade.