Clyde is a Weimaraner that someone dropped off at our house. I can only imagine what trials and tribulations that they must have been going through to want to drop of such a wonderful dog. He has been with our family for five years now and has brought us great joy and happiness. This morning I took him out in the field, but instead of a Remington 870, I brought a Nikon D300S. Weimaraners are natural hunters. As far as I know Clyde has never been trained to hunt, but as you see, he just has the instinct. He will retrieve until he loses interest, and he will point. Sometimes his instinct gets him in a little trouble. On more than one occasion, he has been a victim of our cats razor sharp claws. As soon as we stepped into the field, Clyde locked on to something. Normally, I can't get more than a few feet away from him, but this morning, something else had his attention. He slowly moved toward a downed oak tree in our pasture. His concentration at the overload setting. Machine like best describes his actions. He was doing something and I am sure he didn't know why. It was just in his blood. After a few seconds it happened, the point. Clyde was on point. After taking a couple of quick images, a kicked the brush and a rabbit scurried away.
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| Clyde is all business when we step into the field. |
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| He zeros in on his prey! |
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| He is locked on now. |
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| The point, I love it when he does this. |
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