Labrador tagged posts

Brandon Butler is back on CITNB to share an update after unexpectedly losing his hunting dog, Junior.

Willie, now 11-months old, retrieved four ducks on his first hunt, while wearing Junior’s vest.

Losing Junior tore a hole in my heart. He was a four-year old black lab in the prime of his life, and he was a duck hunting machine. We were ready for the epic waterfowl flight of 2014, but that dream died with him back in September.

Life must go on, and duck hunting is part of my life, so I needed another dog. There wasn’t a second thought of what the next dog would be. It would be a black lab male.  Yet, I knew no matter how hard I tried to value this next dog on his own merit, he’d suffer the fate of following in the footsteps of a giant.

With teal season already open, I started my sear...

Dan’s first birds.

Recently, I read Leigh Newman’s essay What a Camping Trip Taught Me About My Marriage (and Myself) in Real Simple and it got me thinking about my own relationship to the outdoors and my husband Dan.

Like Leigh, I come from a family deeply rooted in the outdoors and the sportsman and woman community. So when I traded in my smaller hometown for the big city and stayed my family was a little in shock.  And then when I fell in love with a city boy who loved to mountain bike they were welcoming but a little surprised.  While Dan loved the outdoors and worked at outdoor camps he had never been hunting or exposed to the sportsman community.  My brother joked that Dan had to “kill something” before becoming a part of our family...

By Jay Gore

This is a story for dog lovers. Well not really. A story for dog lovers that are hunters: well maybe not that too. A story for dog lovers that are duck hunters, oh, not that either. OK, a story for duck hunters that hunt ducks from a boat, preferably a metal boat.

To hunt ducks, one must be very, very quiet and still. Movement and noise scare ducks. Not good! Many folks have dogs. And what do dogs do? They wag their tails and that’s normal. With Labs, they usually sweep the coffee table clear. Woe be that glass of wine!

I have two black Labrador retrievers. And beautiful dogs they are. Normally around the house and other usual places, one, the boy I call Jazz, wags his tail all the time. It’s in constant motion...