Last weekend was the final day of pheasant hunting with Shasta for the 2007-2008 season. It was a beautiful day shared with our hunting machine, Damon and Loren, the proud grandpa. The kennel where we picked up Shasta was pleased to find out that she took over 100 pheasants this season. We are all looking forward of more action during future seasons. Here are my final photos of Blackpoint...I started with some scenery shots:




This was her first point of the day...look at that natural stance!
Even the sport setting on the fancy camera isn't fast enough to keep up with our 46 pound machine! The next pictures show how "on the move" she is from the moment her feet set foot on the ground until she jumps back into her crate for the ride to McDonalds. 

I love this one of her entering the water...you can see her reflection perfectly.
There isn't anything cuter than a dog swimming with their little face above water.
Since we can tell when Shasta is on a bird, it gives me plenty of time to get great pictures of all the action, like this one of Damon mid-shot. (The next frames taken actually showed the shotgun shell making contact with the bird's feathers...I decided not to post that one- this one is a little more tame).
And because they are funny and make me smile, here are some more "movement" pictures. Our favorite is when she jumps and her ears stick straight up in the air. What an entertaining dog!
In the next one, she only has one paw is on the ground!

...and now she's airborne!


It took me a lot of shots to get this picture just right...the Morelli boys walking on the levee, shotguns in their outer hands and Shasta in the middle up ahead.
And of course, lots of sweet kisses and ear rubs for the little girl...

Shasta is very sad that pheasant season is over. She loves hunting, being outdoors and showing off for her dad. She loves the visits to McDonald's afterwards for two cheeseburgers (we do try to put some meat on her bones). She is NOT going to love what will be happening to her two weeks from now when we get her fixed. (We had to wait until after the hunting seasons). My heart is already breaking for when I pick her up at the vet on March 6th. Trust me, she will be getting plenty of McDonald's then!