The winter had come to the Prairies but my farmers in Arizona were still see 90's and the doves were piling in. This year was going to be a short trip to southern Arizona for pass shooting, quail and camping.. It was a stop over on our way to Mexico to hunt fish and beach again this time for a month.
The Valley we shoot was planted with winter wheat and the birds were thick. My young pup Tesds was not used to pass shooting and marking but quickly picked up the teaching moment of looking up, marking the fall and not going until sent. She was a super-dog and this time shooting down here turned her lights on completely. I had a dog that at less than a years hunting like a master at 7. Nothing like getting up to Canada and North Dakota and finishing in Arizona. She had learn to quarter on Huns and Pheasant and following the incoming from a hide. Of course the pointer, Fe, remained aloof but she knew she had a hunting pard
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