I’m No Hunter, But I Can’t Convince My Pointer!

I’m not a hunter, but I sure can’t convince my Pointer of that. Let me explain, because I guess that sounds kind of weird …

My husband and I live in a golf community where new homes are still being built. In addition to our homes we have two golf courses and a number of other activities on the grounds to keep us residents busy. In fact, the golf courses are why we moved here a few years ago. But in addition to these amenities, we also have a lot of birds in the area.

I don’t mean crows or mockingbirds or wrens, although we have those too. Nope, I mean quail.

Gosh, they’re just so cute, scuttling along the ground the way they do. I just love seeing the little critters in the wooded parts of our golf courses and peeping out from the scrub and tall grass in the undeveloped parts of the community. Sometimes my Pointer and I run into a covey of quail while we’re out on our walks. Luckily for the birds, I’m no hunter. But if you know Pointers, you probably already know what I’m about to tell you.

Whenever we come across even one of these little cuties, my Pointer’s hunting instincts jump into action. That dog starts acting like he thinks I’m a big time bird hunter or something. As soon as he sees a quail he stops and becomes motionless, pointing no less (well, I guess that IS why they call them Pointers). He just stands there stock-still, like he’s waiting for me to whip out my trusty shotgun or rifle or whatever gun bird hunters use.

I know my Pointer’s trying to tell me that the bird is ready to shoot, but I’m no hunter, like I said. With this bird dog I bet I could be, though.

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