Burge Plantation

Amy and Dave T invited us to train at Burge Plantation, a private preserve east of Atlanta. It was a postcard sort of day, with a cerulean blue sky at noon time that later gave way to the tattered clouds and cooler temperatures that you'd expect from early November.

Early on, Larsen slipped his lead and proceeded to scare up several coveys of quail, no doubt gathering after their respective escapes from other fields.

On the field, the little dog ran about as well as I could have wished for. He hupped to the whistle, and he listened to the double-pips that indicated a turn. On his first outing, Larsen returned twice from missed shots, a crucial hunt test ability.

On his second outing, Larsen found, flushed, and retrieved his bird. I let him hold it and heeled him with me about the field. He kindly gave me the bird when I asked for it.

Other dogs on the field were Clumbers Emma, Humphrey, Zelda, and 'Tasha; welshies Mazie (Larsen's dam) and Tatum; and cocker Murphy.

At days end, everyone gathered around the fire pit for a cocktail. Aki and I had work that called that evening so we said goodbye to all and drove home with a tired dog.