Nash Buckingham Quotes

Aside from its bearing, one way or another, on field trial technique, the average quail hunter (or any other type, for that matter) needs and delights in a prompt, tender retriever, regardless of breed. The daring, finished retriever brings a friendly kinship to the gunning theme. Faithful service, understandingly rendered, wins everlasting affection. Many and many a dead bird is found. And, equally important to game restoration, countless cripples are brought to bag. The chap who fails to cherish and reward his dog for tackling thorns or dangerous ice and water simply lacks humanity and sportsmanship. Have you ever sat late before a low-burning log fire and recalled how the noble animal at your feet risked his life so cheerfully for your fun? If so, then you and I share a sentiment worth owning. - Amid Whirring Wings By Nash Buckingham

When speed, range, and stamina are aligned with brilliant bird sense and handling response, the yardstick of bird dog greatnes, has been applied by judgment. But what counts with the average chap is his dog’s reaction to such a code of training and companionship. It, understanding of what they are out to enjoy together. In so many words, mutual enjoyment of a day’s gunning. My taste, and I'll wager that of many Bob Whiters reading this, rung to a big, hard-bitten pointer or setter—great-chested, high-headed, long-striding—from a well-bred strain of country giants with verve, hardihood, and courage that blazes the sedge and leaves smoke in the hollows. Fellows not overly friendly but with a magnificent sense of understanding and loyalty. Fellows that stride up to a weed patch, trusting high noses for an instant diagnosis. Dogs that spared pace across pastures and then turned loose like coiled springs when their pads regripped bird country. Dogs that cast in reluctantly at nightfall, with vinegar enough left to fight like wildcats of shake a few curs along the quarter's lane. - Amid Whirring Wings By Nash Buckingham

Frankly, however, I do not agree with pseudo-idealistic blurbings which sigh that starry-eyed straying through scented countrysides is ample teward for a birdless gunner. If one’s mind is receptive to the beauties of frosted pumpkins and vivid sunsets beyond purpling ridges, so much the better. But any hard-going, intelligent shot has a right to fruitful field expectancy. In a vast majority of us lurks an urge for action an ear for trigger music, and a nose for skillet savor. When those blessings, are decently eamed, good lick and amen!" - Amid Whirring Wings By Nash Buckingham