For the love of dogs

I have been on an elk hunt with my grandson. He drew a great bull tag down in the Owyhees and I’ve packed up all my old elk hunting stuff and am going to be helping him for the month. It’s an archery tag and the country is going to be tough hunting unless I can get the bulls talking. Of course he’s after the big one so that makes the odds even greater. I came back for the day for a funeral and am heading back after the services.

Being down there has made me realize how much I depend on my dogs. I always just figured they were dependent on me. Being retired for over ten years now, this week I realized how much time I spend with my boys. Almost everywhere I go they are in the back seat or walking with me. I think I talk with them almost as much as I visit with my wife. I’ve missed them and the pleasures they bring me on this trip. And yes, I miss my wife also. I never thought about the companionship of a dog besides the hunting aspect until this week.

They become more than just a pet. In my case, they are my best friends. They are always by my side. They want to know everything I’m doing and am helping me completing tasks. Usually in the way, but still wanting to help. Sometimes they demand my attention and at times are happy just to sit by my side and watch a football game with me. They always root for the same team I am.

Needless to say, it’s going to be a long month being without my canine buddies. Conner has to come back for a trip for a few days next weekend, so I’ll be back for a few days and then will return if he hasn’t been successful yet. I’m sure my dogs wish, as I do, that Conner will be successful this week. It’s gonna be tough with this hot weather. The animals are laying low.

I’m sure most of you guys feel the same way about your pups. We all get a heavy heart and shed tears when we lose a dog. But it isn’t all about losing a hunting dog. It’s about losing a great friend. I know I’m not ashamed to say I love my dogs.

As far as birds, I am plum tickled to say I found chukars down there at 7000 feet. I’ve hunted some country not too far from there and have done well many years back and it seems like the numbers are good. Sage grouse are everywhere. I guess in the week I was down there I saw at least three hundred grouse.

There is no way I’d subject my dogs to this heat, but I’m praying for cooler weather come the 17th. Good luck to you guys going out on the opener and take caution with your dogs. There are a lot of cool days to come.