Our dogs
Our dogs are first our companions and then our hunting partners. These dogs are ours, they are not perfect, they are all average but we feel that they have been given the opportunity to reach their greatest potential. We are so proud to hunt with them year after year. Our dog "family" does not stop with our own dogs. Every dog that comes in for training becomes part of the family and we are always excited to see them come back to visit.
The Girls:
L to R: Willow (4y) (Owned by George & Janet Hohl), Sylvie (10y), Allie (2y), Ida (1y), Polly (6y), Lace (8m) (owned by Greg Johnson) and Jetta (9y)
The Boys:
L to R: Merle (11y), Tommo (10 mo), Cider (10y), Leather (4y), Sparky (7y)
In Memoriam
Each dog teaches us something new and makes us better people and better trainers. These guys have taught us more than we know and been with us for the growth of the business. The hardest part about having a great hunting companion is saying goodbye to our buddies at the end of their lives. But we honor them by continuing to tell their stories and their memories.
Setterhill's Packer Legend.
Reggie left during his 12th hunting season after many wonderful years of hunting. We miss him a ton, but we have many pictures and memories to look back on. He was a big goofball and took the longest to develop. We always said he would have been the perfect fit for a single dog family but did well with the crew around him.
Stoney Brook's October Chaos
Toby left us in true Toby fashion, finding birds after many years of being an excellent hunting partner. We miss him greatly, but carry with us the memories we have with him. Toby could barely run and was done listening by the end of his days but every day he would go out to the quail coop and find the quail. On several occasions he would go on point and we would have to go out to the field to flush his birds and give him a ride back. He had the best personality and would be our pick for the dog to clone.
Stoney Brook's Autumn Madness
Sam left us too soon. Given the choice he would still be out looking for birds. He excelled in both the prairie and the woods.
Stoney Brook's Mr. Magoo
Quincy left us before his time should have been up. He hunted his heart out until his very last day. He ran the fields with enthusiasm and enjoyed his work. When he wasn’t hunting, he was our resident goofball (and he liked that job too).