Rumours of my demise have been exaggerated but I'm not fooled by Robert's offer of whisky at Sunday's training day. Last time I fell for that I got a bottle of whisky all-right .... a miniature ! All that did was torture my tongue and my tonsils .
I'm not at my brightest and best but I'm no deid yet !
Almondell Country Park - 12.30 P.M. - Heavy and persistent drizzle and strong cold winds.
Dogs - Charlie, Billy, Dax and Dixie.
I didn't walk far and I chose to walk where I had no hill to climb. Other than a couple of whistle recalls given when the dogs got more than 50 yards away among the cover I left the dogs alone to enjoy themselves since they haven't been out much for several days. Dax went through a fence bordering the wood I was walking through and tore off into the rough grass field beyond. I wondered what the hell he was doing until he went head down into the grass and flushed a hen pheasant. I estimate he winded that bird from 40 yards away ...... pity he's not a pointer !
Dixie did her whirlygig beetle thing most of the time and made me dizzy. Charlie went mouse and vole hunting and Billy , who was a hippo in his last existence, found himself the filthiest, muddiest ditch he possibly could and had himself a wallow in the stinking black, deep ooze. He lies out flat in these places and then rolls, he's in the bad books !
I'm hoping for better weather tomorrow , I want to take Dixie and Rosie out on my local estates remaining pheasants while I can before they start nesting.
Wullie