mud mud mud. and more mud. we were covered nearly head to toe for two days while we stomped the fields looking for that bone gold otherwise known as shed antlers.
this would be the pup's first time shed hunting. i had trained him in a field near home with some older antlers and he did well, but i was curious to see how he would fare with the real deal. so we made our way across the cut bean fields. blue worked up ahead with his nose to the ground, picking up on the scent of every deer in the county, while i kept my eyes peeled on fence rows and other likely shed areas. about halfway through i noticed his shock collar had died and he had strayed a considerable distance away from me. while he naturally stays close, not much will stop him if a critter is within range. i hurried through some thick brush where i could see his tail wagging up ahead and found him jumping up toward the middle of a honeysuckle bush. a most desirable stick, i thought. until i came around the creek bed and saw him trying to whack down a beautiful shed antler that had been lodged in the brush.
extra deer jerky went in this boy's belly for such a job well done.
. I know what you really meant, I just wanted to clarify it. No harm no foul my man. I definitely dont know all the shed rules or laws, just the obvious ones. I also plead the 5th on where my sheds came from. 
. After talking with them for a minute they admitted to hunting morels and showed off their bounty.
