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by RayGubernat » Fri Jan 26, 2024 7:27 pm
Over the years I have had quite a few...most really good and a few ...not so terrific.
One of the worst was when my first dog Jack was chasing a flying pheasant and went off a railroad embankment that was about 20 ft. straight down. I ran to the edge, saw him laying there, dropped my gun and got down to him. He had the wind knocked out of him and was dinged up pretty good He couldn't put weight on one back leg, so I carried him up the embankment on my shoulder. Jack was about 50# but I was young and limber back then. Turns out he chipped a bone in his knee and a simple cleanup and chip removal procedure was all that was needed. He was done for the season, but he had many more good years of hunting. Had to put him down at 18 and that still hurts. I still remember hunting and hangin' around with him and that was over fifty years ago.
One other hairy, scary moment was when a young dog was running by a shallow pond in winter. I was training on foot at the C&R center here in Delaware. She was on the right side of the pond and I and another trainer were on the left side. Breeze decided to come across the pond to me. About halfway across she hit some rotten ice and it caved in. She wasn't making headway, so I took my wallet, keys and stuff out of my pockets, peeled off my coat and walked in to the pond breaking the rotten ice in front of me with my legs and then, as it got deeper, with my arms and chest. I was not going to stand there and watch her drown. When I got out her, I was up to about my shoulders and was starting to bob up and down to break ice and make headway. I got her by the collar, turned, threw her in front of me and walked back out. She was fine. I was wet, but I was so wound up I wasn't even cold until I got back to the truck and sat in the cab and started to think about what an incredibly stupid thing I had just done.
One of the most thrilling and memorable field trial braces I can remember was at an amateur all age stake down at the Cloverdale farm In southern VA. I cut Blue loose and he screamed to the front, One of the spectators called out "Ray!! He is blowing out the front!!... as he went over the third rise and disappeared. I rode forward, sang to him a couple of times and after about ten minutes he showed, far to the front, coming back in for me. Once he saw me, he broke to the left and went up a steep sidehill. Near the top about 150 feet up there, he locked up on point. He was high and tight and standing sideways on that hillside...in full view of the entire field trial gallery. It took us about five minutes to ride up there to him and he stood there, tall and proud all the while... didn't move so much as a toenail. It is a picture I will carry in my mind forever.
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it. RayG