Jessie's hunting partner finally gets it right!

As you may remember on the 20th, my birthday, I managed to lose control of the dogs, and flushed a whole passel of Ducks from the ditch, thus guaranteeing that Jessie would not have a chance of eating Duck fat that night.

Since I was expecting a couple of packages from UPS, Karen stayed at home. I decided to leave the dogs behind as well. They really are not that much help on the ditches, so if I take them it is more for their enjoyment than for any help that they can provide. If I was smart enough to teach them to bracket the ducks for me, then leap into the middle of them, and scare the hell out of them, they would be more useful. However a dog on the bank is nothing compared to a Peregrine in the sky. Just in case you were wondering, I am not that smart or patient enough to even try.

This time I let her lose before I got to the ditch. I watched her and she kept her circles just up from the fence where they were the other day. I walked up and busted a bunch of Mallards off the ditch. Jessie came whistling down and smashed a Drake on the other side of the ditch. She flared up and landed on the Duck. I discovered why the Ducks like this part of the Creek better. It is much deeper than anywhere else. I was wearing my wading boots, that unroll up to my butt, but I still got a little wet.

 When I arrived on the other side, Jessie was holding it by the neck, and it was trying to wing whip her, so I helped her with it.

 Once we got it killed, I tied her to my glove and let her have her way with it.

 As you can see, she had a good time. However all she ate was fat. If she got any Duck down it was a mistake. I have a hard time understanding how she can do that, but what the heck.

UPS and FED X had arrived and Karen met us at the truck, hoping that we had been successful, It didn't take more than a quick look to see that we were both happy.