First Point Essay: Little Green Eyed Bullet
by Arvil Baker, Kentucky
Last summer I brought home a seven-week-old chestnut ticked Llewellyn setter.
My grandson Finely came to see the new pup. I said, “Fin, what are we going to name him?” Fin was busy looking him over and he said, “Pap, why don’t we name him Little Green Eyed Bullet?”
Fin and I started training Green Eyed Bullet. We put out pen-raised quail to let him point and chase them. There is nothing like having a five-year-old grandson to help train a dog.
Fin would say, “Pap, watch him do this,” and “why don’t he follow me,” and I think he likes me.” We were a real team at dog training.
A few more weeks went by and the season opened in Kansas. Green Eyed Bullet was five months old by now, and I was ready to let him see what wild birds were like. We pulled up to the edge of a weed field and let the pup out of the truck.
I was still getting my gun and vest and Arlie, my brother, said, “He’s already on point!” I turned and sure enough, right at the edge of the gravel road was Green Eyed Bullet, standing like a statue, such a beautiful sight! I walked over in front of him, and it was a royal flush of about 20 birds.
I see a beautiful friendship beginning with me and Little Green Eyed Bullet.