I just returned from another few days bird hunting in the Cariboo.
Most of my regular spots are either completely dried up or have
more mud then water this year. I was able to find a few places
that held an assortment of birds, including mallards, but they're
not good places for dogs. As I've mentioned earlier, my choc lab
is still learning, but man! did he impress me with his determination!
He had to wade, crawl, swim, and pull himself through some of the
nastiest slop, often laden with logs and branches, I've ever sent
dogs into. He's learning to trust me when I say 'out', 'over left',
'over right', and 'right there!' which helps, but the massively thick
swamp grass and cattail still present a problem if he can't find them
right away. All in all though, even though I had to help him a couple
of times (at my own peril of getting badly stuck) which was scary, it
was a successful time. One thing that was puzzling...he brought all the
mallards and widgeon right back to my hand, but as soon as he was
4-5 feet from me with a teal he would drop it and refuse to have
anymore to do with it. It was almost as if he was saying, "here's your
puny little #@&! that you made me struggle out for, pick it up yourself!"