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My interest in dog training started when I was a teenager. As most beginners I began training with books and watching videos. I knew I couldn't get enough out of books and videos to get to the level I wanted to train at. I fell in love with training retrievers and decided if I was to be successful and make a career of it I needed to jump feet first into training. In 1994 I began running AKC hunt tests. While at a hunt test I met Jim Fulks, owner of Coyote Creek Retrievers located in Eugene, Oregon. I was interested in working for him as an assistant trainer. I was soon off to Eugene and to the beginning of my education in the art of dog training. I worked for Jim for several summers training and running hunt tests. Spending the fall and winter in Idaho Hunting I learned many lessons from Jim. He shared his passion and love for dogs with me and is something I still feel today. In 2003 I met Pat Burns, owner of Esprit Kennels.
Pat needed help with his pre-national training for th
I think they were made to shoot because if they were not why did they give them that whirr of wings that moves you suddenly more that any love of country....I think that they were made to shoot and some of us were made to shoot them and if that is not so, We'll never say we did not tell you that we liked it. - E. Hemingway A SPORTSMAN'S PARADISE Beneath the snow capped mountains of Central Idaho a tiny stream of water has just begun to flow. As it wonders down the Mountain to the valley floor below. What once was a tiny trickle now a mighty river flows, just below hells Canyon not far from heavens gate . You can see the seven devils from where the salmon meets the snake, the steelhead trout are beautiful no limit to their size In the salmon river country just a sportsman paradise L.n. Bouvia The Hunt The early Morning sun peaks over the horizon and you smell the marsh mud thats moving under your feet, You realize you are truly alive. The dark cotton clouds drop rain as the wind beats it to the ground. You ask god why he created such beauty for a world that can be so harsh to a man. Why did he create the sort of man whom haunts sacred grounds on such a day. A mans senses become so keene; when he becomes the predator, coming from supressed instincts deep within his soul. Death only being his final destination in life, but today only the hunt matters. "Close to God" so close you feel him surrounding you, as if to take you to his home. Maybe you are knocking at his door or visiting his castle, or maybe just his playground. Who are you really; a ghost in his pantry or under his bed. Maybe your a skeleton in his closet or caught deep within his web. His mercy shines upon you as the sun decends from the sky. Living to see the end of one more day and dancing with the spirits that fly. J.W.C
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