On The Joys Of Hunting Solo With Your Dog

 I don’t have many photos of my dog and me hunting alone. Actually, I don’t have any. Right? Think about it.

 

Photos or not, I simply wanted to toss out here that whenever my dog and I hunt without a human companion — and that’s most of the time — I never ever feel alone, let alone “lonely.” I imagine that more than one “dog man” feels exactly the same way.

 

Here’s a few post solo hunt snaps of my buddy Gordie with the day’s bag. You’ll have to take my word on the solo part.

 

 

I went two-for-two that day, a feat I tried to celebrate in the photo. Over time, I have discovered that doggie-hunts-man-shoots is a better division of labor than the converse.

 

 

 

Milk Run 10 KM in Boston, MA on April 9, 1989

(I started writing about Nancy’s 32-year-old races back in 2010. I thought they’d been too much fun to be enjoyed just once; and, maybe just a little bit, I wanted to show The Kids how the Old Folks used to roll back in the days of yore. Anyways, I initially crammed a bunch of her races into one continuing post. Lately I’ve been writing them up one by one. If you’re interested, you can start from the beginning HERE.)

Distance: 6.214 miles

Time: 35:54

Place: 2

Prize: $250

∑ Career Prizes: $17,329

The Skinny: Gabby Anderson won in 35:00.