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Wall Canyon Wailin' Jake JH MH NAVHDA UT 1

Jake and I started this adventure together in 2000.  He was added to my family for companionship and hiking.  Little did I know how he would change things for me.  Jake and I did so much together and he unlocked a passion for animals and hunting that I had no idea was inside of me.  He sailed through AKC's Junior Hunter before he was 7 months old.  Then we trained for NAVHDA's Natural Ability which he did well in but it wasn't until we got serious about the UTILITY test that we trained seriously.  He and I worked feverishly and he aced his first attempt at the UT test with a Prize 1.  They say some dogs just make you look good and Jake did exactly that.  He made me look like I knew what I was doing.  We then went on to hammer 6 out of 6 Master Hunter tests like it was nothing.  I look back and marvel at all we did before he ever turned 4 years old.  He was one heck of a hunter and pal and it will be forever in my mind.  Jake is still missed in the field and next to me on the couch.  

Wall Canyon Kayla's Bird Magic 'n the Desert NAVHDA UT 1

You came along at a time when life couldn’t be more chaotic but you provided exactly what I needed. Sheryle Tepp and I picked you out of Greg Wegler’s Kayla litter with Touchdown Kid and you stood out so elegantly from the pack. We embarked on your bird dog career and did amazing things until you were diagnosed with Heartworm and had to be treated at 1 year old with the most evil chemicals to heal you. It’s why you lived such a brief life but we lived it to the fullest when you got back on your paws. Birds in Montana, Idaho, Oregon and Nevada knew you by the big running red dog. With time, Our reputation grew and we were asked to be interviewed for an article on Women and their Dogs in hunting for a European magazine which is how we got those fabulous pics of you with that mallard at sunset. From the first time I cut you loose in a CRP at 7 months old, I knew you’d be special and change my life. Your 800 yard find of wild chukar on an Oregon mountainside followed up with an epic wounded bird track and retrieve at 10 months sealed the deal for me as I realized you were special. Our move to Montana built your faith that all bushes were bird pez dispensers which took you to the furthest edges of the fields. Water was no obstacle and in fact yet another adventure to be explored for birds. When you discovered the art of goose and duck hunting, I was so amazed at your natural ability to sit quietly in a blind waiting for birds to set their wings and guns go off. This led us to be invited on the DUTV hunting show where you shocked and surprised the most hardcore duck hunter with your 38 mallard retrieves in a short morning duck hunt. Nothing escaped that day...

sharptail grouse were your favorite though. While you’d be Surfing the wind across the prairie, we always knew how your laser beam nose was triangulating the coveys of sharps and we always trusted that nose if you were cutting across the wind. From dove hunting to duck hunting, nothing got by you. My only Montana Hungarian partridge limit was accomplished because of your amazing way you always worked birds. We lived our hunting life fast and furiously as if we only had a few days left on earth and I’m glad we did. You were always the dog that got selected to be our bird finder.... my A was almost insane to leave you behind because we knew it was guaranteed harvests when you were on the ground. Your love for Raven and Josie was special and Raven will be missing you. Our quiet times were so special as you loved to perch yourself on our laps... just don’t pet your head. Your wonderful Roooooooooo! Will be missed. All the accolades, titles, or special achievements in the world could not compare to the countless days of joy you’ve given me. Run free, find birds my sweet BooBoo. 

Rockwoods Kivalo Sweet Streak "Josie" NA Prize 1

My little dove hunter extraordinaire....Some dogs come along to keep you humble but also keep you laughing.  Josie was exactly that.  She proved to me that she was no Jake and that trying to make her live up to that just wasn't going to happen.  She proved every day that she could take your mind off sadness, stress, or just plain old malaise and provide endless amounts of love and humor.  Her antics were truly unique and she found it quite amusing to steal your shoe and wiggle intensely while playing keep away.  She would walk into a crowd and capture the attention of young and old with her endearing personality.  She truly lived up to the name Sweet Streak because she was by far the sweetest animal I've ever owned.  She was also the very best crippled bird finder and retriever ever.  No wounded pheasant got away from Josie.  She lived almost 13 years with me and I miss her every day because she captured a part of my heart and took it with her.  My sweetest ole girl is waiting at the Rainbow Bridge with Trixie and Jake and likely playing keep away with my favorite sock!

No---- She's not red.  

It's Trixie!

Trixie barrelled into my life with her pint size 50lbs and proved to me that having a dedicated waterfowl dog is a must.  She hunted cold, snowy, icy days with Loren and retrieved up to 3500 birds over her life.  She left us way too early but I still think of her often....  My lil Triximania!

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