Название: Hunting stories
Автор: Nael Akchurin
Издательство: Издательские решения
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9785449011817
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We forced to deviate from the planned path and go to the other end of the field. As in such cases, the hare jumped out from under the feet of the unlucky owner and his puppy. The nervous discount of the rifle, the unprepared shot from the “roast” flew the fluff, and the frightened bunny, pressing his ears, was quickly lost in the field. However, it does not sorrow, in our soul has returned the hunting passion and with it the fill of energy and excitement.
The only discomfort was creating by the “novice hunter”. It was hard for him, then hot, and then he rubbed his foot. At halt he was forcing to listen to unforeseen difficulties, and this somewhat saddened the rest. Next time we did not take the “beginning hunter” with us and began to travel with Vladlen and his sons.
We left every Saturday; Sunday, we prepare for the upcoming week.
We are unlucky. Each time we passed through the fields at least fifteen kilometers, and returned without trophies.
Honestly, I am a shooter no very good. The fowl seems, to feel this, and when she chooses the path of retreat from our ambushes, it flies or runs to me. I do not like to shoot, I feel guilty for every dead creature. Perhaps this is the weakness of the spirit. And this already is serious.
Among the winter, Vladlen and I went on a round-up hunt for a wild boar. Sunny windless, frosty, weather gathered about fifteen people. A local huntsman, a young, competent man in a white sheepskin coat and felt boots showed us the prey places. Each time, with the move to new land, the command of the beaters and shooters, changed places, except for me, and my dog. We did not leave our “unprofitable” place in the corral. We walked and enjoyed the breath of nature. Among the pines and firs, through the thicket in the ranks drove the beast on a shot. But it was all in vain. Echoed through the forest: – Up… up… up.
Hunters have already passed a good ten kilometers, but the networks of corral, remained empty. The huntsman was embarrassing and even justifying, showing us a new place. Before the close, of the license, there was very little time left. People are tired they began to despair. For the third or fourth time, they returned home with nothing. The morning iridescent smiles changed on grimaces of “deceived depositors”, and a former optimism were indifference and detachment now.
In the evening, “Lotta” and I lost our way. The last corral was the longest and most promiscuous. People scattered wherever. After two kilometers, I lost sight of a number of coming beaters, and then the direction of the road. Navigator, I somehow, forgotten in the car. For about an hour, I wandered about the roads at dusk with the dog. Until finally I realized that, I had finally lost my orientation in the area. Somehow I having contacted by a mobile phone with Vladlen, and went back to the camp. And there were the trophy, yes, what it!
Roe deer ran to the numbers, to the hunters places. After the fifth or sixth shot of a carbine, a bullet hit the heart of a “beautiful”. By inertia, she continued to move. If it were not for “Staci” cleverness, the hunters could not find her.
After this hunt, I realized that it was time for “Lotta” to undergo a training course; otherwise, the process of dog degradation would become irreversible. I took this decision, as it seems to me in time. By the time, “Lotta” was already eight months old, she did not show, the mortgaged of genetics, of obedience. On the last hunt, I was ashamed when I chased the dog to drive her into the car. And it, the truth, so it and was.
In the city park, in the evenings, dog lovers gathered. On the court for tennis or mini football, despite all the prohibitions, the graduate instructor Volodya taught. We were acquainted with him before. However, the illness suddenly shattered his health, very much changed his appearance, so immediately I did not recognize him.
On the training mostly, came the owners with service dogs. Less with decorative, with a hunting dog I was alone. There were regulars in the group: a girl Natasha with her Doberman and a fat Elena with an obedient adult dog of a sheepdog. They were setting the tone for all dogs. Stupid newcomers looked unconsciously, and repeated commands, behind trained dogs.
Classes lasted two hours. During training, on the hosts the sweat “ran down on the back a streams”, although there was frosty weather on the street.
– Down! Sit! Stand! – The usual commands, that any dog should perform it. But, how much work and endurance are necessary for the master, to train his pet? Half the breeders, and did not complete the full course of training, which consisted of ten lessons. Perhaps they were doing it at home themselves. After all, the training only gives the skills of education, while, assuming, a persistent and painstaking individual work with the dog.
After nine lessons, my bitch started estrus. During this time, we learned only the commands: “Sit” and “Heel”, with great stretch, of command: – “Come.”
This is, when, you, on the morning walk, shout: – “Come!”
And your dog, thinks for а few minute, whether it is to approach the owner, or it can still run.
With a dog, as, with a small child, it is necessary to engage diligently, painstakingly fixing each skill. Ideally, classes are holding for twenty minutes in the morning, afternoon and evening.
Communicate with her, to prepare of the dog companion and helper, to achieve full mutual understanding, when, she reaches her mature age, mutual understanding at the level of intuition and thought. Otherwise, hunting will not take place.
Much depends on the dog. After all, these are really “Our smaller brothers”, how people with a variety of characters, temperaments, destinies. Here the thesis is first-hand: “Everything that God has laid down.”
Brightly and contrastingly to the person show, how at good breed dogs, with excellent parameters, in one litter, the kind identical puppies, get various properties. This is the strength of the spirit, and the courage of the heart. It is to both bearing and working qualities. How would we like them to be distributing equally? However, how much effort is not applied by a person, this task cannot solve himself. We need to accept this and understand that, this is neither in our competence.
Of all my dogs, with great trepidation I remember my puppy, the girl sheepdog “Chara”. Black albino fell on my heart. Calm, compliant, in two or three months, almost all teams performed. Easily trained and with pleasure performed, what was required of her.
The people tell: – “When, you love something very much, you will definitely lose it.”
“Chara” I lost because of great love, and because of my stupidity.
Sheepdog puppies, like no other breed at an early age, are susceptible to diseases such as plague and enteritis. Breeders know this and closely monitor the slightest manifestations of certain signs of the disease. СКАЧАТЬ