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The Joy of Being a Weimaraner

My First Hunting Trip!

I finally got to go pheasant hunting. Dad has been telling me since I was just a little pup that when I was old enough we'd go hunt birds. We went to a pheasant ranch in Panguitch, Utah. I went with Dad, my best friend, Whyatt (he's Dad's human son), and Uncle Andy. They had a bunch of other dogs there and WOW they were smart! They kept sniffing the ground then would stop and point at stuff. I'm still not sure what they were sniffing, but I don't blame them - there were some GREAT smells! Everyone told me I did a great job. I didn't bother the other dogs and did my best to follow and learn from them. I only wish it hadn't been so cold that day. Whyatt and I had to go back to the truck before dad was done because we just got too cold! The worst part though was the creek we had to cross! I really don't like to get wet, but they all just crossed the creek and left me on the other side. I finally had jump across the four or five foot wide creek, but I didn't get a drop of water on me! I can't wait to go back. I have a new jacket too so maybe I won't get so cold. Mom is still trying to convince dad that I should wear boots too for tromping around in the snow. Everyone says I will be a great hunting dog. I'm going to do my very best to prove them right! Wish me luck in learning which smell to find and all that other fancy stuff those smart dogs did.