Budweiser Horse Love Super Bowl XLIII Commercial and Two Friends

You know I have read where an animal has no soul, well I tell you this is not true.

I had a Yellow Lab by the name of Dutch and the neighbor across the creek from me owned a Doberman named Kain the story goes like this. The two of them became great friends at any point if one would see the other they would be at the door barking to get out or in.  This would also go on at the neighbor’s house the two them would run that creek bed share their bones, food, water bowl any toy and anything. I always knew where to find Dutch it became a no brainer he was out in the field or across the creek and always with Kain. Even the neighbor would come over to bring Kain home but he never mind either these two were inseparable.

Well as with any thing there is change and one day Dutch got run over out on the highway the farmer always told me that  road had taken many dogs even two of his own, he lived across the road. Ah hell you want a talk about having your heart sink into your boot I was sunk but what are you going to do? Too late damage done. I can remember bringing out the lawn tractor pulling the dump wagon to get him off the side of the road. I almost could not lift him any other time I could pick Dutch right up it is true what they say about dead weight, hard to lift because of no muscle  support like when your alive.  I got him in the dump wagon and drove him down to the shed where I put him in an army duffel bag so the bugs and other animals could not get to him. I’ll bury  you in the morning buddy and I closed the shed doors.

I did not sleep that night and even Kain came up to house as I sat outside on the porch steps and told him as if he was human as to what happen to his best friend. I let him in on the porch and into the house because he did not understand what happen to Dutch. Guess I should have taken him down to the shed but it was hard enough to see him not giving up on the whole idea that Dutch was gone from this world. I did not see Kain for a couple of days after that and when I did we would always go through the same routine. I felt bad for him and it was one day where I was in my office at home and saw Kain out of the window walking through the yard, he stop in the middle and was looking over to the other neighbor’s yard. What I saw will forever change my mind about animals, they had visitors over and had a Yellow Lab with them Kain’s head stretched out and he started to run over there for he thought the dog was Dutch I could tell this just by his actions. When he got half way through the other yard Kain stopped his head held high and this boy was sniffing I froze in the window because what I witness broke my heat.

Kain had realized that the Yellow Lab was not Dutch, his head lowered and I mean lowered, turn slowly and headed back home with his head Down! Wow the tears stared falling down my face I would have never believed it if I had not seen it but he was as sad as I was about our buddy. A couple of days passed and Kain’s owner came over and asked if I had seen him? I had not but would keep a look out for him. Well guess what Kain never came back home I feel that this dog went looking for his buddy like you or I would if not understanding death, damn I should have taking him down to the shed that night.

That Dog had more Soul then several humans I know!


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Bird Dogs: Tribute to a Hunter’s Heart


To turn back the hands of time and share that moment again.

To walk with friends in the field or call from the blind and train a pup.

A Hunters Heart Honest Essays on Blood Sport Edited by David Petersen.

From Mike Gaddis “Over the years, hunters who truly love the woods and wild things come to revere such moments of privilege.  As often as not, no shot is fired.”

For myself, I will have experienced a pinnacle in my life without knowing it at the time. Someone asked me once after just what I said and they added are you rich?  Indeed I said for the pinnacle in my life will be pushing a field for pheasants with a dog and my good buddies.  The response was what is that? there is no money in that I don’t even understand where you’re coming from, pushing a field for pheasants and the dog part you lost me.

Ya lost alright, I was to until I had such an experience and these hairy ass biscuit heads along with my family and friends under the canopy of nature where I felt something more real than my own life.  To where that feeling gave me life in which to respect and honor the harvest of the fallen one that I hunted and to not leave it behind.  For on my own, I could not find it in the tall brush but I know my hairy biscuit head would not give up until found or the result is no supper.

You can go through your entire life chasing blue ribbons and waiting for the notoriety when all along it was out in front of you, you’ll get my meaning here in a moment.

I can remember a time with several of my friends one day hunting at Green River in White Sides County Illinois.  Five of us to be exact and my dog Dutch at the time we’re going to go after pheasants the limit is two a piece so that’s 10 birds a lot of work for one dog.  Green River is a large area and we love hunting here.  We start out and Dutch is working for everyone and were getting birds but I noticed a fella walking along behind us.  Time for a break, water the dog have a smoke, talk about the day and say hey to the fella watching us.  Sure enough, he comes up and asked if he and his new pup could work along with me and my dog?  Well, I said there is five of us you make six that’s twelve birds and a lot of work for Dutch for he can count and he’s going to work for all of us it’s what he does.  The fella says I know but if his pup could work with my dog maybe he could pick up a thing or two.

Well, I’m sold for I love dogs and this fella is a complete gentleman about the whole thing so let’s go.  Dutch starts working and anyone who has taken time with a dog knows what they love and man they love to work a field, you will never see any creature work like a dog,  they live for it.  At this point of the hunt, every buddy has their limit but or new guess and my friend Kent who needs one more.

Dutch gets on a cock roster and pushes it out in front of Kent and our guest, they both shoot and the bird goes down,  here comes the retrieve.  As I take the bird from Dutch and look at Kent for it was his shoot that tagged the bird.  I gave it to our guest for he did not have one yet (I don’t like to leave anyone out) if you could have seen Kent he looked like a small boy who just was denied,  with head down and he was, but he’s a good boy and understands how I guide when we’re all together so no worry mate.

Well the day is getting long and hard for Dutch and it’s showing, his eyelids are cut, nose bleeding from working the thick brier brush, time to quit and head back.  I hear Kent, come on guy I just need one more,  I say listen,  there still a chance for we’re heading back and he’ll keep working but I’m not going deeper Kent, look at Dutch!  So we’re all heading back to the vehicles from where we started and the group knows it’s going to be slim pickings for any action and for Dutch that pleases me because he is tired.

The truck is in sight not far to go and I’m thinking of Kent, so I see a food plot of standing corn not too many rows deep and walk along it.  All of a sudden Dutch gets birdy (meaning he smells or hears a bird) I look down at him while he is looking up at me and I say you think there’s a bird in there buddy?  He looks into the corn and back at me again and I say get him.  At that time I yell ahead to Kent who is out in front of me.  Dutch is on one get ready, you should have seen how excited he looked.   He yells where is he I said in the corn,  right after that Dutch pushes out a bird right in front of Kent, I mean you could not have asked for a more perfect flush from a dog a Kodak moment to say the lease.

Kent got the shot and his limit he yells out,  Dutch you’re the King! Everyone had their limit but for my new guest with his pup but I felt OK with that for Dutch did a great job,  11 birds is a tough go for any dog.  Get back over to the truck water my boy down and into your bed, you go, no cage the whole back of the truck, I like to think of it as a rolling dog house with the topper.  I’m sitting on the tailgate and my guest comes over to thank me and he explains who he is.  Turns out this fella is the Vice President of Travelers Life Insurance,  “at times myself and members go hunting at clubs where the weekend cost $1500.00.   Today sir,  I spent $10.00 and had one of the best hunts I’ve ever been on, just wanted for you to know that and you have a great dog,”  as he shook my hand and walked away.

As I looked at Dutch I thought I don’t need ribbons my heart was full my mind pleased and my Boy,  well the Best.

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