With our seasons closed as of now, I decided to take my mutt down to the local State Park Reservoir to blow off a little steam.
Lake was quite choppy. Angry NW wind blowing, white caps, the works.
Perfect for a little “rough water” work, I thought. The NW wind was blowing pretty much from my left to right so I walked to a point where I could angle my throws to take advantage of the breeze and throw a little farther. From where I was standing on the shoreline, I could heave the plastic ducks about fifty to sixty yards. Couple that with the chop induced drifting and Suzy was in for a few pretty long retrieves. I threw a couple dummies. Suzy had a difficult time finding them in the chop, especially the first couple, but managed to find all that I threw.
As we worked, I could see a pretty nasty front blowing from across the lake. All of a sudden WHAM! The snow was blowing so hard I couldn’t see fifty feet. At this moment, Sue was about seventy-five yards out, and about twenty feet from the dummy. SHE IS GONE! NOT TO BE SEEN! Oh crap. Now what do I do. Can’t see her, I don’t think she can see me. It’s snowing and blowing so hard, I don’t know if she can even hear me. No panic yet. I’m thinking I’ll let her do her stuff and rely on her own, God given instincts. Hope I’m right… I start down along the shore to shorten the distance between us as much as possible. After about forty seconds, I start to wail on the whistle. Cup my hands and blow like hell. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, I begin to make out a little gray figure bobbing in the water, heading my way. WHEW! She fought the chop in, heeled at my side, gave up the toy duck all the while wagging her tail ready for more. No more. I like to keep her in my sight. I threw a couple short ones in the grass just to give her a little more work.
After was all said and done, I guess she never really was in any danger, but she just COULD HAVE BEEN!
All home and warm now, none the worse for wear.
Jon