I’m Houston’s Image (1999 – 2007)

I’m Houston’s Image, call name Jake, was a 45-pound, tri-color English setter with a beautiful blocky head and square build. He naturally backed and retrieved and was an outstanding wild bird dog. Jake was stylish in motion and would take your breath away on point with his lofty pose.

Jake was bred by Paul Hauge out of his stud, Houston, and a double-granddaughter of CH Destinaire. 

Jake
spent his early years as a guide dog on a hunting preserve in
Wisconsin. The first time I saw Jake, he was being worked with two young
dogs. Jake went on point and, for a brief time, the young dogs backed
him. Eventually they went in and busted his birds and, through it all,
Jake stood like a brick!  During his tenure at the preserve he had
hundreds of birds killed over him.

Paul bought Jake and
sent him to us as a field-trial prospect. Jake could definitely find and
point wilds birds but one major issue became apparent. At the game
farm, he was basically followed as he went from bird to bird. In a field
trial, however, he had to handle to the course. He never overcame the
problem and it eventually eliminated him from competition.

In
the meantime, though, I had started using Jake on guided grouse hunts
and Texas quail hunts. He was a bit difficult in the grouse woods—he
could find grouse and stay on point for a long time, but the challenge
was to find Jake on point! He was awesome on Texas quail. He went from
covey to covey and pointed like a bull. One memorable evening hunt, Jake
pointed 12 wild coveys!

Jake was bred sparingly—probably
to fewer than five dams—and produced very nice dogs. We bred Blue Silk
to him early in 2006 and that litter of eight puppies turned out to be
exceptional. We worked six of them, including three females, Satin From
Silk, Blue Spirit and I’m Blue Gert. All three have been successfully
field trialed and have garnered placements in puppy, derby and shooting
dog stakes. In fact, I’m Blue Gert won the Region 19 Amateur Walking
Shooting Dog Championship at 29 months of age.

Even
though not widely known, Jake possessed extremely valuable genetic
traits to pass on to future generations. We are grateful for his
contribution to our bloodlines.

Working spring grouse and woodcock

Belleboa and Kay share woodcock.

Working dogs on spring grouse is quite different from autumn training.  The grassy cover is matted down and birds are frequently seen walking in front of the dog—quite a tempting situation for a young (or not-so-young!) dog—which also makes for great training. It’s common to flush two or more grouse in front of a point.

Shaq pointing grouse.

The spring grouse woods in Minnesota can be tough on a dog.  The terrain includes spots of ice, soft mud, cold creeks and many obstacles in thick cover. It is no small effort for dogs to constantly twist, turn, jump and navigate and all at a good rate of speed. It’s important to have the dogs in decent condition. Some of our dogs’ worst injuries have occurred in the spring. 

Jill pointing woodcock.

We love working dogs on spring grouse and woodcock…..and we basically have the woods to ourselves.

Through Markville

Directions to Northwoods Bird Dogs through Markville

•    Just south of St. Croix Trail on Wisconsin Highway 35/77 (or approximately 10 miles north of Danbury), turn west onto N. Markville Road.
•    Continue for 3 miles to State Line Road and turn left, or south.
•    Continue .5 mile to Markville Road, or County Road 25, and turn right, or west.
•    Continue for about 11.4 miles to a T.
•    Turn right, or north, onto Tamarack River Road, or County Road 24.
•    Continue for 2 miles to stop sign and turn left, or west, onto Duxbury Road, or County Road 30.
•    Continue for about 6 miles.
•    Look for a blue fire number, 53370. That is our driveway.  Continue past the house to the kennel at the end of the driveway.  

Northwoods Bird Dogs
53370 Duxbury Road
Sandstone, Minnesota 55072
320-245-6988

Through Finlayson

Directions to Northwoods Bird Dogs through Finlayson

•    At the T intersection a couple miles after Finlayson, turn right, or south, to stay on Highway 18.
•    Continue straight at next intersection, where road turns into Highway 23 West.
•    Follow for a couple miles, veering to the left by Rich’s Bar and across the railroad tracks where the road becomes the main street of Sandstone.
•    Turn left in downtown, following the sign for 123. Follow over the Kettle River and continue east for about 3 miles to a stop sign.
•    Continue east, or straight ahead, where the road turns into County Road 30, or Duxbury Road, for about 10 miles.
•    Look for a blue fire number, 53370. That is our driveway. Continue past the house to the kennel at the end of the driveway.  

Northwoods Bird Dogs
53370 Duxbury Road
Sandstone, Minnesota 55072
320-245-6988

From Minneapolis/St. Paul

Directions to Northwoods Bird Dogs from Minneapolis/St. Paul

•    Follow Interstate 35 north.
•    Exit at the main Hinckley exit, #183.  
•    Turn east, or right, onto State Highway 48.  Continue for about 9 miles to the tiny village of Cloverdale.  
•    Turn north, or left, onto County Road 21 or Cloverdale Road.  Continue for about 8 miles.  
•    At the stop sign, turn east, or right, onto County Road 30 or Duxbury Road.  Continue for 7 miles.
•    Look for the blue fire number, 53370.  That is our driveway.  Continue past the house to the kennel at the end of the driveway.

Northwoods Bird Dogs
53370 Duxbury Road
Sandstone, Minnesota 55072
320-245-6988

From Duluth

Directions to Northwoods Bird Dogs from Duluth

•    Follow Interstate 35 south.
•    Exit at the Askov/Finlayson exit, #195.
•    Turn left, or east, onto highway 23. Continue for about 3.5 miles.
•    Turn right, or south, onto highway 123. Continue for about 4 miles.
•    Turn left, or east, onto County Road 30, or Duxbury Road. Continue for 10 miles. 
•    Look for blue fire number, 53370. That is our driveway. Turn right, or south.
•    Continue to the kennel which is past the house at the end of the driveway.

Northwoods Bird Dogs
53370 Duxbury Road
Sandstone, Minnesota 55072
320-245-6988

From Danbury, Wisconsin

Directions to Northwoods Bird Dogs from Danbury, Wisconsin

•    Follow Highway 35.
•    In Danbury, turn west onto Highway 77.
•    Continue for about 4 miles and just after crossing the St. Croix River into Minnesota, turn right, or north, onto Grace Lake Road.
•    Continue for about 5.8 miles to a stop sign.
•    Turn left, or west, onto Markville Road, or County Road 25.
•    Continue for about 3.5 miles to a T.  
•    Turn right, or north, onto Tamarack River Road, or County Road 24.
•    Continue for 2 miles to stop sign and turn left, or west, onto Duxbury Road, or County Road 30.
•    Continue for about 6 miles.
•    Look for a blue fire number, 53370. That is our driveway.  Continue past the house to the kennel at the end of the driveway.  
 

Northwoods Bird Dogs
53370 Duxbury Road
Sandstone, Minnesota 55072
320-245-6988 

A visit to southwestern Arizona quail country

Betsy and I traveled to southeastern Arizona in early January as both a vacation and an opportunity to hunt Mearns quail with our dogs.

That corner of Arizona is distinct with converging areas of desert, grasslands, rolling hills and several mountain ranges. We explored an area southeast of Tucson near the towns of Patagonia and Sonoita.

The country inhabited by the Mearns quail is beautiful, but rugged. The birds are found in plant communities such as Madrean Evergreen Woodlands, which are characterized by canyon after canyon dotted with evergreen black oaks and oneseed junipers. The ground is rocky and the hillsides are steep.  Footing can be treacherous and it seemed we rarely walked on level ground.

Mearns quail

The male Mearns are truly distinctive with colorful, black-and-white heads and brightly speckled, black-and-white breasts.  The females look similar to a hen bobwhite but have a thicker beak. Mearns eat tubers which they find by scratching the ground with their exceptionally long toenails.

Oscar backs Tom’s pointer.

In general, the coveys we saw held well for the dogs’ points.  In fact, sometimes they were reluctant to flush and almost had to be stepped on to get them to move.  When a covey did flush it usually did so in several waves instead of one big flush.  We found some coveys that ran quite a bit and then flushed wild and others that the dogs worked diligently only to see one or two birds flush out of range.  Experienced Mearns hunters we talked to thought these runners and small coveys had been hunted hard and were just wary.

Maggie backs Silk.

We were pleased with how our dogs handled the country and the birds. Silk, Moxie, Maggie and Oscar pointed the first coveys they smelled and handled them like they’d done it all their lives.  Our black Labrador, May, was very effective in getting those tight-sitters to flush once they were found by the pointing dogs.   After the first day, all dogs seemed a bit foot sore from the rocks but warmed up quickly.  The weather was perfect—we usually hunted in temperatures between 50 and 70 with bright sunshine.

We rarely saw javelinas,  but noticed quite a bit of sign indicating their presence.  One day, Oscar went into a juniper clump and after a burst of squealing and snorting came out—proudly carrying a young piglet in his mouth.

Our good friend, Jeff Hintz, who lives in Minnesota and winters in Tucson, and Tom Gardiner of Vail, Arizona, hunted with us.  We appreciated their
time and truly enjoyed their company and seeing good dog work by their pointers.

We had a wonderful time and hope to make another trip!

Grouse and wild rice.

On a January night in Minnesota after a nasty cold snap with several days that never got above zero, my husband, Jerry, and I shared a memorable meal—and one quite suitable for owners of a bird dog breeding and training business.

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Blue Chief (1996 – 2008)

I had always dreamed of owning a classic grouse dog—like the ones in the  old paintings.  It would be an even-masked, tri-color setter male with a blocky build.  He would be big and powerful with a square head and deep brown eyes. He would be a strong bird finder and would naturally back and retrieve.

My dream came true with Blue Chief.

Chief was whelped on a fitting day in September 1996—the grouse hunting opener.  Since his dam, Finder’s Keeper, seemed a little more distressed than usual before I went to bed, I got up and checked every two hours.  At 4 a.m., Annie, a pointer who was kenneled next to Keeper, was barking at a tiny, even-marked male puppy that had wriggled into her run.  I quickly placed him in the heated whelping nest and Keeper promptly took over.

From that auspicious beginning, Chief matured into one of the finest grouse dogs I’ve ever owned.  He had uncanny, raw, bird-finding talent.  He was one of those dogs that made finding and pointing grouse look so easy that you wonder why other dogs struggle with it.  Chief always hunted with a strong, smooth stride and a high head.

Chief was never a field trial champion—perhaps due in part that he was always  competing against other outstanding dogs from our kennel—his litter sister, CH A Rolling Stone and his two half-siblings, CH Blue Smoke and CH Blue Streak.  He was named closest to the winner in several championships, including the Grand National Grouse Championship.  As befitted his natural talent, Chief found birds in almost every trial, whether in Minnesota, Michigan or Pennsylvania.  Perhaps his finest shows included two nine-find performances at the Wisconsin Cover Dog Championship.

Chief also had the amazing and uncommon knack to pass his natural abilities to his progeny.  Litter after litter of “Chief Puppies” produced excellent hunting dogs, and given the opportunity, field trial competitors.  Some of his offspring include CH Regal Blue, RU-CH Neil’s First Rate, RU-CH Governor Sam Houston that, along with Slate Brook Ford, won the prestigious Pennsylvania One-Hour Derby Classic.  Most puppies matured into exceptional hunting dogs, though, and not a fall goes by that I don’t hear from several happy owners about hunts over their “Chief Puppies.”

I have many fabulous memories of Chief, such as the day a client apparently missed a nicely pointed woodcock.  Ten minutes later, as Chief was crossing the path, I noticed something different about his muzzle and called him in. He had tucked that woodcock into his mouth while continuing to hunt. When he gave the bird to me it was in perfect condition, although a little soggy.

Another occasion he was running in the National Amateur Grouse Championship in Marienville, Pennsylvania.  Birds were hard to find and near the end of his hour he pointed in a good looking location.  As the judge and I walked in to flush, the gallery started yelling, “Bear, bear!”  I never did see or hear the bear, but apparently Chief and the judge did as both took off in opposite directions as fast as they could.

Chief made everything easy for me. Almost without effort, he found and pointed grouse.  He naturally backed and retrieved with a soft mouth.  He hunted hard and wide, yet handled kindly.  He had a sweet disposition and almost never barked.  He easily bred many dams and sired almost 50 litters.

Near the end, he was happily running around the kennel yard until about a week before his death.  But his health declined rapidly due to a fast-growing tumor and, once again, Chief made the final decision easy.

Thank you, Chief, for a dream come true!