I am a longtime GSP family member and I am looking for a poem/prayer that I once read.

The best I can remember it was an adaptation of hunter’s prayer but from the GSP’s perspective.

I have searched high and low but have come up empty.

Bedtime prayer?

Sniper….I have found that one but that is not it.

The one I am thinking of had language like…

Lord grant my owner another season…

For 12 years I have retrieved his birds…

Here you go. The website has been down since 2016, but the page can be found in the internet archive.
https://web.archive.org/web/2016110...egermanshorthairs.com/The_great_ones.htm


"A Prayer From An Old Short Hair"

By Charles Rose

I waken from fitful sleep, legs jerking, low growls deep within my chest;

Tired eyes look down on a wrinkled graying muzzle;

With effort I roll, Looking at gnarled scarred feet and legs bearing a million old cactus spines buried within;

Reminding me of all those prickly pear and jumping cactus.

Slowly I lift my weary head and gaze upon a graying, cloud filled November sky;

Deeply I breathe in,,,ahhhh ,,, finally,,, fall is here!!!

Longingly I gaze into the heavens above.

Lord, please grant my master the strength to make one more season;

twelve years have passed since our first hunt together,,,

I have led him through cactus and mesquite, Tall grass, rocks hills and creeks.

We have seen together ten thousand covey rises, a thousand cackling roosters and a million ducks taking flight.

But now, as I look in the window,,, I see my loving master has tired,,, his pace has slowed and his once commanding voice raspy and faded.

Lord,,, three lifetimes now have I pointed his quail, flushed his roosters, marked his ducks,,, and brought them all to hand,, well most anyhow, and the few I ate,,,well he didn't really want them anyhow.

But time has caught us both,,, now he is slow to rise from his rocker as am I from my pad,,, his weathered face and my clouded eyes ,,,, neither the same as before,,, but still the lines in his face are maps I follow in my dreams,,, when clearer eyes led the way through green briar and snow,,, sandstorms and blinding rain.

Oh lord grant us one more season so that as we each pass from this life we may pass on to our sons and daughters the life, the love, the joy and the sorrows of a thousand hunts we've shared.

And Lord, finally when the season is done would you grant him a soft chair, and me a fine rug,,,

By the hearth in your heavenly lodge.....

Please Lord, Please, Just one More Season.......

Oh boy- I thoroghly enjoyed that! thanks for sharing!
I see old Charlie Rose wrote that... My youngest gsp female came from his kennel.

Sniper John……you have no idea how much that means to me!!!!!

Thank you!

You're welcome.

Gracias!

Nice

Thanks for sharing that. It brought back great memories of Ben,, the best dog I was ever blessed with.

This was my last hunt with my “once in a lifetime hunting buddy”.

Sure do miss her…

Hunting has not been the same and she moved on in 2014

I still have a feather in my wallet from that day.

Thanks for sharing Sniper. Mine came from Charley as well.

I had a short tail from Charlie myself. She lived to to be 14 years and 10 months. Had to have her put down. She was a handful from day 1. And also an escape artist.