Cameron the Weim — Hat Retriever Extraordinaire!
I have written many times that I like hunting, pointing and retrieving birds. It’s the life of a top sporting dog — me.
Now comes this new duty — hat retrieving.
The other day Mike and I were at a high country lake — around 9,000 feet up — and he was fly fishing. Note I said “fishing,” and not “catching,” har har! Anyway, winds were blowing and then some strong gusts swept across the lake. I ducked into the timber to stay warm and to keep my large ears from flapping in those winds.
But then I heard a shrill whistle and Mike holler my name. I came out of the timber and Mike was ordering me to fetch — and pointing across the lake. I did NOT see any floating ducks. Mike kept pointing and demanding, so I dove into the white-capping lake and began heading out. I did notice an object about 50 yards out in the lake and swam by to take a look. Hey, it was Mike’s hat. Hmm, no feathers attached so I started back for shore.
Mike’s commands of “out” meant I had to turn around and go back. Ugh, it’s cold and the watery whitecaps were splashing. Guess he wanted that hat, and it’s the only thing I saw, so I grabbed it. Now it was time to head for shore. Along the way I needed to apply some dog spit to the hat which Mike claims he’s had for a decade. Anyhoo, I made it to shore and headed for Mike with his prized hat. This hat fetching chore is definitely not what I live for. I can see that next I may have to retrieve missing gloves, a fly box, plates blown from a picnic table, downed kites or anything swept away in the wind. Clearly need to talk to a lawyer about these degrading chores and demands on my valuable time, har har!
Now, however, I can add hat fetching to my resume. I did get several treats as rewards and praise for the next few days about hat fetching. I have certainly earned my keep! —Cameron