Thought Monday might be a good day to catch a salmon, so my friend, Captain Bob, and I headed to the south buoy to see what we could find.
Nobody there so we asked on the radio where everybody was. The response was “head south on 210 and you’ll find the fishermen.”
We did and we did, but we couldn’t catch a fish – not even a hit-and-run.
However I did snap a few photos of some of the whales that we circling us most of the day. That’s all I’ve got.
There were quite a few birds around as well. This gull was a pretty boy.
We also noticed that the area we fished was loaded with sea-birds eating something on the surface of the water. Maybe krill (small fish) – possibly the same thing the whales were after.
The trip back got a bit rough, which made things a bit more interesting. All and all it was a good day. From the reports we got, our experience was consistent with the norm, but a few nice salmon were caught.
Yes they do.
Val, a Labrador retriever that now hunts in the happy hunting grounds, was a very happy dog. She had a smile on her face most of the time, until she got so old that everything ached.
My young lab, Lola, was very fond of Val. Val tolerated Lola and even warmed up to her after a while. Lola is all dog, she likes humans, but (I think) she prefers the company of dogs.
A morning ritual at my house was for Val to retrieve the newspaper. She was good at it and I’d give her a treat after she brought me the paper. Lola would just stand and watch. On occation, I attempted to get Lola to retrieve the paper while Val was alive. She wouldn’t do it. She’d just watch Val and beg for a treat of her own.
I worried a little about how Lola would react when Val was no longer around. Sometimes dogs react very negatively when the leader of the pack disappears.
After Val was gone, Lola was a little down, but after about a week she seemed to perk up.
When I awoke this morning, I laid in bed and actually thought about Lola’s attitude. For one thing, a happy dog is a better hunter and companion. Now it’s been over two months since Val’s departure and I’ve been a little conerned about Lola’s attitude. She seems serious all the time and hasn’t been flashing her dog smile that is very charming.
On the other hand, she has started retrieving the morning paper, something she never did while Val was alive. This morning, I opened the gate and pointed her to the paper. She darted to it, picked it up and ran back to me – dropping it at my feet and flashing her dog smile.
I guess she’s doing OK.
The morning’s hunt had started slow, but now I had an Aleutian goose down and Lola was after it. I decided to give it a finishing shot. The first attempt didn’t do the job so I fired again. The goose slowed and Lola had it in her grasp.
She hauled it ashore and I was impressed. But, my shots had stirred up more geese and they were headed in my direction. I decided to lay down and hope the snow geese would keep coming. There were lots of them, who knows how many, and they were low enough for a shot.
I rose to my knees and fired. Down went the first. I fired again and a second goose sailed down over the rise. My third shot was a miss. It’s not often I get a chance for a triple.
Lola was on the first goose and soon had it ashore and in my grasp. I enthusiatically greeted her to show my appreciation. Dropping the goose with the Aleutian, we headed over the sand hill towards the crippled snow. At about 150 yards I could see it standing and watching our approach.
A few yards later, Lola also spotted the goose. She was off like a white streak. As she approached the goose, it turned and began to run. The running led to a spreading of wings and just as Lola approached it was airborne.
Now losing ground, Lola continued in hot pursuit. The goose was now about six feet off the ground and crossing a wide ditch. It didn’t stop Lola – she leaped it at full speed. The goose sailed down in the next corn stubble afte flying about 75 yards and Lola was all over it.
I could see her coming, goose in mouth. She ran to the ditch, took a few steps right, then a few steps left and then she climbed in and out running to me at full speed. What a thrill – and this was the dog that wouldn’t retrieve.
Before the hunt was over I’d knocked five geese down and Lola had responded with five solid retrieves – two in water and three on dry ground. I think my dog is now a retriever.