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Category: John Russell

Sam’s Last Brace, Part II

May 11, 2026 | John Russell, Poetry, Quail Championship Invitational | Comments
The first hour filled with action Sam’s dog Rip was reaching well Liked this country with its edges Rip found quail twice With style and good location His manners perfect at their flush Read more

Sam’s Last Brace, Part I

May 9, 2026 | John Russell, Poetry | Comments
Sam woke Monday ‘fore dawn Rolled over, found the lite switch Squeezed it on, slipped off the bed Shuffled to the bathroom Relieved himself, pulled on his clothes Boots last, then out the door Read more

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Minerva was a pointer, seven years old. She was handled by Arch Reams, age seventy-five, and the last of a breed of handlers of the old school, who rode the pace set by the judges and mostly in sight of them and let a dog hunt ahead and make its pattern, hopefully to the front. He was quiet, sang with a voice Minerva heard but did not shout or ride frantically to turn her or see where she coursed over a hill ahead. Read more...
A good bird dog Is a gift from God If you get one You owe it care You owe it time When young to learn To stay with you And search the front Read more...
Two handlers wake before dawn And roll from their lumpy beds In a field trial motel near the grounds Their tasks for the day are a run-off Then a two-hundred-mile-haul Read more...
There is a long tradition of father-son apprenticeship in the pointing dog trainer-handler trade. Jake and Bobby were part of that tradition. Jake had been a for-the-public trainer-handler four decades, taught his son Bobby who scouted for him. Jake had turned his string and owners over to Bobby five years ago. Read more...
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