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Before I start - the following is 100% my fault. When it's cold, icy, and dangerous, you cannot multi-task in the duck blind. I did, and it almost cost me my precious pup.
Had a great shoot - I know this little cove that when there's ice and a west wind, a small hole will provide an hour of TV quality puddle duck shooting, and that's what it was like today. It's hunted from the shore line.
So we're picking up, my partner says - hey, take the dog and go get the one that fell - meaning one mallard that had fallen along the bank about 80 yards away. I start walking over with pup - I have the leash in my hand, clasp in my fingers saying to myself "I better snap this on her in case that duck tears out across this ice." But I don't. I take three more steps with this thought in mind, and then it happens. The duck squirts out and takes off across the ice. Pup give chase. I scream, I yell, I beg her to stop. No - she's tenacious - that's a cripple - that's my job... she covers 80 yards in the time it takes to type it - and breaks through the ice. It's too thick for her to break to swim back, and she can't pull herself out. I do the only thing I can and start breaking ice out to her. I take a bigfoot goose decoy as a possible flotation aid. I get to within feet of her, the water has topped my waders, it's darn near to my chin. My partner has seen what's going on. By the grace of God, he has a saw, he cuts a stout limb from a tree on the bank and pushes it out to me. I'm able to break enough ice to free pup, just as she is on the verge of giving up - I could see it in her eyes. She has trouble making the swim back to shore, but she makes it. The entire episode takes about 20 minutes. The rest of the story is what you are thinking; 20 degree air, 20 minutes in 32 degree water, soaking wet, waders full, 20 knot wind... not ideal. We were less than 200 yards from our trucks, it was the longest 200 yards I have ever walked. It's taken the rest of the day to recover. Me that is, pup was running around normally in minutes.
Bad decision? Maybe. High risk? Certainly. Had I been alone pup would have died. I would not have stayed in the water once my waders topped. I did because I knew I had the best backup on the planet - a retired U.S. Soldier as a hunting partner. It ended well, it could have ended very poorly. I know I am very lucky.
Lesson learned. It is not okay to multi-task when danger is literally at your feet. I should have clipped that lead on her before taking the first step down the bank. I should have had her training collar on her. I should have done the right thing at the right time to ENSURE safety. Instead I put my dog, myslef, and a dear friend at risk, and I am VERY ashamed.
Please don't let this happen to you.
Joe
Had a great shoot - I know this little cove that when there's ice and a west wind, a small hole will provide an hour of TV quality puddle duck shooting, and that's what it was like today. It's hunted from the shore line.
So we're picking up, my partner says - hey, take the dog and go get the one that fell - meaning one mallard that had fallen along the bank about 80 yards away. I start walking over with pup - I have the leash in my hand, clasp in my fingers saying to myself "I better snap this on her in case that duck tears out across this ice." But I don't. I take three more steps with this thought in mind, and then it happens. The duck squirts out and takes off across the ice. Pup give chase. I scream, I yell, I beg her to stop. No - she's tenacious - that's a cripple - that's my job... she covers 80 yards in the time it takes to type it - and breaks through the ice. It's too thick for her to break to swim back, and she can't pull herself out. I do the only thing I can and start breaking ice out to her. I take a bigfoot goose decoy as a possible flotation aid. I get to within feet of her, the water has topped my waders, it's darn near to my chin. My partner has seen what's going on. By the grace of God, he has a saw, he cuts a stout limb from a tree on the bank and pushes it out to me. I'm able to break enough ice to free pup, just as she is on the verge of giving up - I could see it in her eyes. She has trouble making the swim back to shore, but she makes it. The entire episode takes about 20 minutes. The rest of the story is what you are thinking; 20 degree air, 20 minutes in 32 degree water, soaking wet, waders full, 20 knot wind... not ideal. We were less than 200 yards from our trucks, it was the longest 200 yards I have ever walked. It's taken the rest of the day to recover. Me that is, pup was running around normally in minutes.
Bad decision? Maybe. High risk? Certainly. Had I been alone pup would have died. I would not have stayed in the water once my waders topped. I did because I knew I had the best backup on the planet - a retired U.S. Soldier as a hunting partner. It ended well, it could have ended very poorly. I know I am very lucky.
Lesson learned. It is not okay to multi-task when danger is literally at your feet. I should have clipped that lead on her before taking the first step down the bank. I should have had her training collar on her. I should have done the right thing at the right time to ENSURE safety. Instead I put my dog, myslef, and a dear friend at risk, and I am VERY ashamed.
Please don't let this happen to you.
Joe