Gizmo

Recentlly i have been very obsessed with getting a American Treeing Feist. They are used for squirrel hunting to tree the squirrels. I have already picked out the name, Gizmo, and what color i want, black and tan. I will probably get over this obsession within a few weeks and move on to something else I want but for now i am dead set on getting one. The only issue is all of my friends have retrievers such as labs and spaniels. The amount of grief and ridicule i am getting for wanting a feist is very funny. Feist are about the size of a jack russel terrier and have the bark to match. This has led to name calling such as s**t eater, rat dog, and other names of that nature. However what they do not realize is that when ever i do get Gizmo trained and ready to hunt I will then refer back to these days of name calling and ridicule about Gizmo. Whenever they want to go hunt i will provide them with a flashback of how rude they were to my awesome dog.

A Sad Day

Well Sunday was a very sad day in my life. It marked the end of duck season. I know it doesn't seem like much but January 31 marks then end of all hunting seasons for the year. Hunting is a big part of my life. From august through January I am trying to hunt something. So here I sit writing this and all i can think about is April 1st, the opening day of turkey season. This thought is the only thing that gets me through the next two months. Turkey hunting is what i live for. No matter how many deer i can kill or how many ducks i watch that image of a big gobbler in full strut coming through the trees haunts my memories.