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Ch Enryb Singles Party (Frank)                                           Photo by Ema Healy-Wilcock
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           HOW GOING GREY FULFILLED MY DREAMS!




                       ENRYB GUNDOGS

                                                                                   (Est. 1979)
                                                by  Jean Byrne


           When I woke to the 6.00 am alarm on that sunny      I relished the sight too, how my dog worked
           October morning back in 2001, I was excited         the land, using the wind, scenting and going on
           and anxious, in equal measure, to embark on a       staunch point when he came upon birds. “Hold
           new adventure.  I had for the previous five years   that line,” the gamekeeper shouted. Suddenly
           or so got involved in gundog training, attended     one of the spaniels charged ahead and put up
           some shot-over days and was constantly              all the birds. I overheard lots of groaning and
           learning what made my weimaraners tick. The         cursing as the gamekeeper threw his cap on the
           training, building and reinforcing the dog’s        ground and stamped on it! My ‘grey pointing’
           confidence, I hoped, would come to fruition.        dog was sat still, looking up at me, waiting for
           I was delighted to accept the invitation of a       his next command. He hadn’t let the side down.
           local gamekeeper to his recently set up shoot.      He had an air of “We’ve got this, Mum,” about
           I looked the part togged out in my new green        him. I was delighted when we were asked to
           gear, game bag and Le Chameaus. I couldn’t let      assist with picking up and to search for runners.
           the dog down. Our partnership was to be tested.     After several retrieves, including a long swim
                                                               across a river I turned to a chorus of: “Not a
           The shoot yard was milling with the old hands       bad dog there, love, where did you buy him and
           and their Labradors and Spaniels. They peered       who trained him?” I told them, proudly,” I bred
           in the back of my truck and I overheard one         “Tommy’ and trained him myself.” My credentials
           of them mutter: “Today should be fun lads,          were beyond reproach and my acceptance by
           we’ve a blonde and one of those grey pointing       the group was secured. We spent many an
           dogs for company.” I climbed into the beating       enjoyable shoot day in their company. “Tommy’
           wagon and off we went. We worked across             became Ch and Irish Ch Enryb Christmas
           stubble fields for the first two drives and then    Party JW and won 15 CCs including two at
           through crops, as the morning progressed, I         Crufts, 2004 and 2005. The dual purpose
           was aware the gamekeeper had observed my            gundog became a firm fixture for Enryb from that
           dog pointing pheasants, flushing and sitting on     day.
           command and sending the birds over the guns.

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