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Esme’s Blog

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No excuses it’s the Boss’s fault my blog has been absent. He comes up with all sorts of excuses.

Family illness, pressure of other commitments, even spending too much time training my boy ‘The Stig’, he should feel honoured !

Anyway lot’s to catch up with, I have been active on the new shoot and have a couple of episodes to relate.

The first happened on the second shoot. We had finished a walk through woodland and cover and a bird down and lost was called.

There are several springers and a few labs in attendance and they are regular picking up dogs.

I was becoming interested in a large patch of bramble and as I went to investigate further I was overwhelmed by the

springers and labs charging in and out, so I was forced to withdraw, every time I tried to continue my quest I was overrun.

After about 15 minutes the handlers had decided the bird was lost, their dogs would surely have found it.

The boss seeing what was happening took me quietly back to the bramble and sent me on to investigate,

I had a strong scent from those brambles and upon entering once more I went on to a staunch point

The boss following my body line saw the dead pheasant just in the top of the cover.

It had dropped dead but had not sufficient force to go through the bramble and had only gone in about a foot.

We both made our way to the others with the boss explaining how I had found the bird.

The second incident happened when my mum and I were called to locate another such dead pheasant.

This time even guest handlers were working their labs, springers and cockers to find the bird.

My mum(Angie) is a bit like Sherlock Holmes, she first examines the scene, then she sifts the evidence,

watching closely she determines our combined plan of action.

In this case we were told where the bird had dropped and as we entered the wood springers , labs and cockers

were all racing around and as my mum said to me they did not appear to be following a scent.

We bided our time and when they moved off mum lead me to some dense blackthorn and bramble,

whereupon she initiated a point and I being quite impetuous moved with all haste into the cover,

returning with a large Cock pheasant which was alive and somewhat surprised at having being plucked from

his hiding place. I could see mum was pleased and the two bosses could not hide their smiles.

We reported in to the others and I think it is safe to say that when birds fall and are not found quickly,

it becomes a job for Holmes and Watson or my mum and me !

Now, my mum has told me not to gloat as sometimes these things just happen and could happen to me,

but I know she did not believe that I could see it in her face.

Speak again next week........  ESME