For the past several years, many of my pheasant chasing and dog training adventures have involved Mr. Drysdale and his trusty companion Libby. We have shared great times and truly miserable times.
No matter the results, we discovered early on that it was more entertaining to have two springers running around than just one. Even if they didn’t find any birds, it’s just more fun to watch and you have to think all that bouncing around would make roosters nervous and think hard about flushing.
It was a shock last week when Mr. D. called and said that Libby had unexpectedly passed away. We had hunted together the week before and she seemed to be in great shape. Much better than my 13-year old Lil who wheezes and chugs through the cover at an ever slowing pace (kind of like her master.)
Here is a picture of happier times with Libby (dog on left.) This photo was taken during a blizzard in South Dakota. Most interstates were closed and the cover snowed in. Mr. D. and The Admiral stuck to it and managed to waylay these roosters in miserable conditions. Unfortunately, Sara, the lab in this photo, also died this fall in an accident. She will be missed too.
While Mr. D. has Maggie well on the way to being a bird dog and maybe, some day, a gun dog; I will always remember the great times we had with the Lil and Libby show. She is buried in prairie grass with an old hunting coat and 10 years worth of tail feathers. Not a bad send off for a dog that loved nothing more than hot pheasant scent and punching out a bird.