Well, I just mentioned it but figured to make a post because... well, I am bored to death and it is exciting stuff :P
My father used to train Setters, English (we called them King Llewellins from Alfred King in Enola Arkansas) and Red (not Irish) Setters.
Now, if you never had a mix of these, it was quite the treat. Jeb, the Red Setter (red hair?.. heh) was a far off hunter. Where Jeb went.. there were birds. If you did not follow him, he did not care.. well, mostly.. lol.. but you did not second-guess ol Jeb.
Then his buddy, Stonewall.. (catching the theme?)... Stonewall could smell a bird a mile away and even through a french brothel. We did not lose a bird when he was with us. We dropped a bird one time and could not locate it and went to the truck where he was stil in the box and brought him out and by golly he found it in under 10 minutes.. heh
Anyway, those were MY two favorites..
There were others, Pepper, Sam...
But, I have not hunted birds in a lot of years, ever since going in the Navy. Mr. King died a few years ago and his wife breeds the remaining dogs very few times a year. I had to have one, so last Friday 1 of two litters was born, 4 males...3 females. Not sure on colors yet as it is early.
She has another litter due any day now.
All I know is I have paid in full and by Thanksgiving or Dec 10th, one of those females is coming with me and it ain't gonna be Mrs. King
Now, to really make this awesome, I wonder if I can come up with a really good Civil War name for a female dog :P
Okay, enough rambling.. I'll post pistures as soon as I get any. heh