Dogs looking under the gun, a lot. In each locality has its own breed. Someone who likes hunting with Norn, someone respects gonchakov, others will not exchange Spaniel anyone. Legaladvice — generally a separate folk.
In the villages, especially in the hinterland, almost no cops hunt with dogs. A local resident, having at best “gatherer”, will never understand the hunter with a well trained gun dog. For it is like chopping wood with an ax. Cops and spaniels need continuous work on the bird, Laika — the beast, burrowing in the earth you dig, hanakam — climb through the woods.
The world of hunters cops with dogs is different from the world of ordinary people. His eyes reflect a strange sublime feeling, which will never experience a person, not holding any animal. In hunting season he is making plans, watching the weather, trying to spend more time in the meadows. These hunters instinct, peripheral vision, hearing and sense of smell. Each output with other in the field is a delight for both. By chance I overheard an opinion about legisation: “Yes, they are all of a mind deprived of …”
Real legality will never knock more birds than he could eat! It’s not the procurement process! Remain in grouse, Kuropatkino litter of three to five birds, all! Hunter more on them will not shoot! And especially stark. Dog found, picked up, fly away. Until next season!
It is difficult to convey the fullness of enthusiasm, the obsession with which the owners of sporting gundogs devote themselves to the education and training of their Pets. And with what pleasure they share their experiences, hunting trips, I can’t tell; a hunter with a gun dog, usually a great storyteller.
Not suddenly and not at once, and contrary to the laws of repulsion plus plus, it seems like a strange people, passionate about a shared idea of beautiful hunting sensibly organized dog, came together forty years ago in the walls of the Perm regional society of hunters and fishermen in the section of the owners of gundogs and spaniels.
About the history education section, says the veteran section of the A. H. Buchman:
“Forty years! It seems a lifetime has passed, but many, through the years, I see as clearly as if it was yesterday.
Obsessed with the acquisition of Irish setter, half a year already I go to the Regional society of hunters and fishermen and annoy the dog. At the end of February 1974 Faina Ivanovna tells me that there is litter, but there all the puppies already painted. After much persuasion and a warning that, far be it from me to tell the breeder where I got this number, I get a piece of paper with the cherished number. Rush home, without undressing, and dialed the number:
— Hello, this is Leonid Borisovich?
I’m listening to you…
After introducing himself and explaining the purpose of the call, I got the answer:
— All the puppies are covered, but a small hope still remains; if someone refuses. To promise you something, it is necessary for us to meet. Today I have the house you want?
— Of course! — I remember the address and in a hurry for a meeting.
The door opened by the host; get acquainted. Half an hour later it turns out that we grew up on the same street and we have a lot of friends in common. After another hour — I’m passionate legalistic; only late in the evening we remember that at work tomorrow and spending.
Leonid Borisovich promised that if March 16 (day of distribution) will be at least one puppy — he’s mine.
This meeting is for years I became friends with a wonderful man Leonid Borisovich Maltsev who has done a lot for the organization of our section and of hunting dog breeding in the Perm region; that with his light hand it’s called “the Club of the correct hunting”.
March 17, 1974 I had a puppy — Irish setter.
A year later, on the last Sunday of April 1975, we go with the Red in the former garden of Gogol’s traditional “Regional brood of youngsters”. Quite cold, and sometimes on lawns is snow, but the festive mood at all.
To me intelligent-looking man with a neatly trimmed beard and brown beret on one side; carefully examines me and ed. In his friendly eyes flashed sparks.
— Hey, relative. Domnin Alexis, owner of Rum. (I barely have time to introduce myself.) Follow me.
We’re going to the bench, to which is attached a gorgeous Irish setter — litter of ed. Riding the bench, Alexis invites me to sit down. From the inside pocket coat, as if out of nowhere, appears a bottle of brandy, two cups and two candies. First drink for acquaintance. Passes by Leonid Borisovich and his wife. We greet each other and congratulate on the holiday. The invitation to the table it promises to join in on the way back. The second shot is already “in you”; the third does not have time — we are called into the ring.
After examination of the bite of our Pets we had a long walk in a circle; strict uncle in the center, muttering something under his breath, tosuit our Pets like a deck of cards. Finally, he announced to all evaluation and released.
Domnina with Maltsev, and we had a long talk about dogs, hunting, weather, recalled the jokes in the thread …
After finishing the rings of other breeds, we were finally approached and strict uncle.
— Shesterikov Vladimir Aleksandrovich. Hello.
This man our section owes its birth; he became its first President; from his hands he received his first field diplomas of our dogs.
Before parting ways, we all agreed to meet at the Regional exhibition of hunting dogs.
The exhibition I went alone, because Ed was sick. At the end of the exhibition Vladimir Alexandrovich announced that in early August, will be undergoing field trials.
In July I got a call Maltsev and reported that field trials will be held August 3-4 at the village of Shalygo. Collecting in the third car of a seven-hour train to Komarichi the 2nd of August. According to circumstances beyond my control I couldn’t go with the rest. Ed was still weak.
Once you arrive on the locomotive to the 6-kilometer walk to and passing through D. the Shalygo, I went to the top of the mountain, which opened up beautiful views of the valley of the river Chusovaya. Far in the valley, on the banks of the river smoke was rising from the fire; I decided that I go, and no mistake.
Here were new friends, long late-night conversations around the campfire, singing and playing guitar. this is where we agreed to meet on the first Wednesday of September to discuss an action plan for the organization of the section.
Having met in a month, we, at the suggestion of the handler, taken from the filing cards of dogs, split them equally, each has written ‘ owners, and sent out to these addresses postcard with an invitation to the first organizational meeting of the section.
A month later gathered the person 20. With the filing L. B. Maltsev we chose the title of the section “Club of fans hunting the right”, labour Bureau, Chairman; they became Vladimir Shesterikov.
Since September 1975, the section began its work.
With great warmth we remember all those who made up the core of the section: Shesterikov V. A., Maltsev L. B., Akimov, V. I., Markusen J. S., Kravchenko V. A., Petukhov M. P., Chernyavsky V. S., Pyankov V. M.
