Hi all just joined back into the Forum.
I hunt over Kona the Vizsla who loves deer but couldn’t care less for birds.
Hi all just joined back into the Forum.
I hunt over Kona the Vizsla who loves deer but couldn’t care less for birds.
Not really a deer dog but she chased these two up a tree middle of night and kept them there while I got the .22 loaded
Here's my 1.5 year old Wirehaired Vizsla. Crazy drive and hunting ability, can do it all from deer, pheasants and ducks on a pond.
I put a lot into this dog in her first year and it has really paid off.
I didn't do the blueprint for my own reasons but took lots of advice from some more experienced gentleman, the main things being let the dog hunt and focus on the stop and recall, and train little and often.
It has been a super rewarding experience and awesome having a quirky little mate tag along.
Nice
She looks like one proud girl.
As for the training well it looks like it works. With a solid stop and recall you can do anything.
Cool looking dog, does she work in close on deer? or is that where the "stop" and recall come in, put a stop on her if ranging to far in front.
My last versatile dog I had (Weimaraner) was a gun on game birds and ducks but ranged to far on deer, I had to hunt him with longline (Hand Break) but I readily admit that he didnt have a good stop trained into him and would jump the gun on duck retrieves at first.
My new deer dog (cattle dog), in training, has a great stop and recall. but lacks the hardness that the wei had.
cheers FBD
Thanks mate, she works at a heel mostly on deer doesn't range further then probably 5 meters. She started primarily on deer until we had a few together then moved on from that. They some how know what species you are targeting and work accordingly. Every now and then I go back and do some stop to shot training because she gets pretty keen during bird season.
Found one from 2015 with the fella that passed
This is a very unusual sitting still shot
Looking at a bird, he was a real birdy dog Jake.
Twas the evening and he'd been for a swim earlier.
Last edited by jakewire; 20-05-2022 at 07:56 PM.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
It’s kind of a family in-joke, not that we should be joking about autism of course. But there is definitely something spectrum related when it comes to our little bitch Staffy. Snip, her name is. Loosely translated from Cape Afrikaans slang it means little tart. Odd creature. Pretty sure if she were human she would be medicated.
She’s just a very odd little dog. I think she has special powers…
She can read your mind, and understands complex sentences even when you speaking in code so as not to get her all excited. There is nothing that you can do that might involve her that she doesn’t know about before you’ve even decided to do it. She’ll appear out of nowhere with the slightly cocked head and expectant look on her face - righto dad let’s go, keys are over there and don’t forget your raincoat.
Her sense of timing is uniquely spot on, she appears under your feet or chair as if by magic, about a half second before you drop that piece of food. She usually catches it in mid air. How does she know this is about to happen? She can of course tell the time perfectly. Even when daylight saving changes the time by an hour, she knows that it’s 5 pm, dinner time, even when yesterday 5 pm was 4 pm. How does she know that?
She is an uncanny hunter. We have numerous thickets of flax, griselinia, all sorts, if she decides there’s a rat in there she will wait it out for hours. I’ve watched her in the garden in the driving rain, locked solid pointing at the bushes, quivering from the cold, ready to pounce. She won’t give in. Finally her ratty prey makes a beeline for the dry shed and meets an untimely end.
The list of oddness goes on forever. She has been known to take a nap in the bath (without water thankfully), in the cupboard under the kitchen sink and on the trampoline. She likes to wear a Wonder Woman vest. She will go for a dip in the cattle trough, then seek out something exceptionally dead and roll in it with glee. Her dreaming has to be seen to be believed, a pantomime of growls, yelps, whistles and twitches. Sometimes she just about stops breathing all together. She rolls on her back incessantly. She’ll go up the top of the paddock hill, turn over onto her back and roll herself all the way to the bottom, upside down all the way. She sits in the driveway for hours in summer, licking air. Lick lick lick lick lick lick lick… hours and hours. Does she think she’s a lizzard? She’s a constant bum rubber. It’s not worms, she just likes doing it. She’ll scoot her bumhole from one end of the house to the other, then turn around and sniff her bum trail all the way to where she begun, then sneeze uproariously, I swear she’s laughing.
She is highly strung there’s no doubt about that. She’s one of those nervous energy little dogs that finds it hard to relax. You could feed her twice what her brother gets and she won’t put on an ounce of fat. I think most of the energy she consumes through food is expended in weirdness.
And here she is performing one of her routinely odd behaviours, sitting on her brothers head. I’ve never seen a dog do this before, not just the sitting but the tolerating being sat on.
Her brother isn’t odd at all. Just very, very cool.
It is exactly 5pm. Guess who’s just turned up.
Just...say...the...word
lol bloody hard case
The head sitting is a dominance thing where she is telling her brother she is the boss, and you can sniff my farts
Here she is, being a plant. A favourite pastime.
Just...say...the...word
Nugget our late cocker,believed he had physic powers...one day he stared at bag of meat hanging up,and it fell down....oh dear from that day forth ,he would stop and stare intently and any out of reach food.....sure it would fall...... but it never did.... we still joke about it now...the nugget stare.
75/15/10 black powder matters
The wife went to town and left her Shampooed Snow White best friend with me to look after .
As the car was going down the drive I was already showing the Dog where the Rats are under the old shipping container out the back of the shed .
6 hours later this is how it looked when Mum got home .
PS- 3 Rats that I know of , but probably more
FALL IN LOVE WITH THE NUMBERS , NOT THE IDEA
It's Bloody cold here today so we are all rugged up watching TV
FALL IN LOVE WITH THE NUMBERS , NOT THE IDEA
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