Currituck Live Haul

12 x 16

Oil on Birch Wood

Another painting of Jet, the black lab.  As I stated in an earlier post "Fetch it Up!",   it was the last day of the Youth Season - a day of celebration for any dad who had been crawling out of bed at five in the morning and trekking through swamp bottoms since before Thanksgiving.  This year my son and I capped it off with a hunt in Currituck Sound with Aydlett, NC taxidermist Mark Marshall.  This was a great opportunity for my son, Nixon, to hunt such a classic place and fortunately be able to limit out as well.

As we arrived at the dock before sun-up, Jet was acting like any other male meat head dog - barking at other dogs, marking his territory along dock posts and clumsily getting in everyone's way as we were trying to load up the boat. Later at the blind after the decoys were set, Nixon began to load his gun. As soon as Jet heard the "click" of the shell entering the chamber, he was all business and the horseplay was over - ears up and eyes to the sky. 

The last duck of the last day was a mallard drake.  My son had concluded earlier that he wasn't going to get a green head for the year as our season back home had not produced one, and finally getting one but only wounding it added salt to the wound as he thought it would get away. 'Ol Jet sailed out of the blind after receiving his fetch command and almost swam near out of site, but finally returned with the bird and brought a consequent big smile to a fourteen year old's face. 

Jet on a live haul

Currituck Sound

2015