Like they say in my old stompin' grounds Deanno: She looks like one, wicked pissah!! What a classic pose. RGS calendar shot for sure!

PS---That was also one beautiful looking ES in The Westminster Show this week.

Last weekend at the lake in Maine, Grace proved she is a lot like her sire, Coronation's Earl, in that upland birds aren't the only thing she'll point. She "locked on" to a big female snapping turtle heading back to the water after having deposited her eggs on a gravel sidehill above my cottage. Fortunately it wasn't the other way around, the snapper 'locking on' to Grace :eek:




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Them turtle dogs are high. Turtle stew is very good.

Dean, I was always told that any bird dog worth its kibble would point any turtle it came across. All my dogs will point box turtles very intensely. My dearly beloved old setter Speck was not only hell on grouse, but she was the damdest possum dog you ever saw. Whenever the weather would warm up in the winter, you would think she was working a running bird, but it would turn out to be a possum. Now, a possum over point is not a difficult target, but I am still debating over the best shot size/choke combo for them.
Probably should use a Fox on them--a Fox gets the game.

My shorthairs love to point them damn snakes and porkies.. Dean, very refreshing to see pictures of your gorgeous Setter without half her face swollen, though if she keeps playing with mammoth snappers ??? :nono: :nono:

When I was young I hardly ever missed a turtle but now that I am Old They seem to be much faster. Was you able to get that one for the dog Dean? HEE HEE!!!!!

Dean swung right, the Turtle took a hard left and put an aspen between them. :rotf:

Actually, I got ahold of Grace and held her back while Mama Turtle beat a hasty trail to water's edge. We have a number of large snappers in the lake and they don't bother us. They even come around while we and the grandkids are swimming. They're more afraid of us than we are of them but they're curious and sometimes show their snouts within fifteen feet of a group of swimmers. Two summers ago I was relaxing (actually sleeping) on a tube when I was awakened by something bumping the tender back of my upper arm. Completely out of character I screamed like a little girl and just about walked on water getting the heck out of there.... It was either this particular turtle or one of equal size testing my tenderness before taking a taste. :shock: