Molly and me canine comradery

I missed out on a lot of hunting opportunities in my early days due to shift work, as most of my hunting mates were employed in normal hours with weekends off. I eventually started hunting by myself and had done so for many years until my boys were old enough to accompany me. I had enjoyed my own company while hunting, but eventually comes a point in time where some companionship in the bush is nice. Time goes by quickly and now three of my four sons have grown up and left home, leaving just Morgan to hunt with his old man but only on weekends and school holidays until he also exits the nest.

For millennia, it’s been natural for man and dog to team up, to bring down their prey and put meat on the table. Back in the 1970s and 80s, I did