Randy Tidwell
Well-Known Member
Thought I would start a thread about hunting with you Dad. Len, would love to see a catagory for hunting stories with our dads or sons (Moms and Daughters also)
I'll start off with this one, its a bird hunting story.
In 1977 I got a new German Short Haired Pointer, Pipper. I had been working her at a local Pheasant club for a few months, great dog!
I asked my dad to come with me to shoot over her while worked with her. I had her in the front seat of the truck when I picked dad up (no camper shell), first thing out of his mouth was the dog belongs in the back. He was old school, dog belong in the back or in the truck of the car. I explained to him my dog rides in the front with me.
He bitched all the way to the Pheasant Club about her in the cab. I finally told him to knock it off or I would take him home.
When we got there, it had be raining and the fields were a muddy mess. The first 1 1/2 hours, she made several classic points and dad had 7 birds in his bag. Pipper was a muddy mess!
We headed back to the truck to warm up and have some coffee. Dad was sitting on passenger side when I opened the drivers door, Pipper leaped in the truck and headed for Dad's lap. I grabbed for her collar and missed, she ended up laying he head on his lap. I tried to reach for her, but Dad knocked my hand away and started petting her. I said "What happened to she belongs in the bed of the truck?) All I heard was "F You, good girl Pipper!) Seems that she changed his mind, lol.
I never let him live that down, reminded him every chance I got!
Someone stole her out of my backyard a few years later
Would love to read some of your stories and memories.
I'll start off with this one, its a bird hunting story.
In 1977 I got a new German Short Haired Pointer, Pipper. I had been working her at a local Pheasant club for a few months, great dog!
I asked my dad to come with me to shoot over her while worked with her. I had her in the front seat of the truck when I picked dad up (no camper shell), first thing out of his mouth was the dog belongs in the back. He was old school, dog belong in the back or in the truck of the car. I explained to him my dog rides in the front with me.
He bitched all the way to the Pheasant Club about her in the cab. I finally told him to knock it off or I would take him home.
When we got there, it had be raining and the fields were a muddy mess. The first 1 1/2 hours, she made several classic points and dad had 7 birds in his bag. Pipper was a muddy mess!
We headed back to the truck to warm up and have some coffee. Dad was sitting on passenger side when I opened the drivers door, Pipper leaped in the truck and headed for Dad's lap. I grabbed for her collar and missed, she ended up laying he head on his lap. I tried to reach for her, but Dad knocked my hand away and started petting her. I said "What happened to she belongs in the bed of the truck?) All I heard was "F You, good girl Pipper!) Seems that she changed his mind, lol.
I never let him live that down, reminded him every chance I got!
Someone stole her out of my backyard a few years later
Would love to read some of your stories and memories.