I look back
Across decades
Of a grand life
With joy and gratitude
And for no part more
Than my bird dog field trial life
Which began modest but became grand Read more
And you ride to his call
And there stands your dog high and tight
Will it stay when you flush
After three usually no
Your scout knows that well
Was why he called point
But nothing to do
But flush Read more
Hunting grouse is a spiritual thing
As every grouse hunter knows
And when you loose your dog
And strike out on foot behind it
The third with you is always God Read more
The Florida Championship is no more
A glorious trial is over forever
Like all things conceived by mortal man
It had a beginning and has come to an end
It was unique in many ways
Embodied the best of the field trial game
Wild quail on sloping prairie-like land
Wire grass cover over sand Read more
My grandson shot his first grouse today
Over the point of my son’s Trixie
Daughter of Shadow Oak Bo
And the best we have owned in sixty years Read more