New Puppy Means New Challenges Ahead

It was about 10 years ago when I put my last dog down.  It was painful.  It was heartbreaking.  I never wanted to experience that sort of loss again.

As I left the vet’s office I just needed to be alone.  I cried.  I was filled with memories and emotion.  I made a promise to myself that this was it.  Never again am I getting a dog knowing full well the eventual outcome and heartache their loss will mean to one’s life.

I was at a transition in life when I got married just two years prior to the dog passing.  My wife never connected with my Black Lab.  My Stepson certainly didn’t feel anything towards the canine.  Indeed, the dog getting sick and needing to be euthanized came at an opportune time…if ever there is such a time in a person’s life.

Afterwards I drove to the hardware store where I browsed the aisles for what seemed like hours.  Why?  I needed to find my happy place.  Nobody else felt my grief.  I didn’t want to go home.  After all, there is nothing more lonely in life than to deal with the empty kennel syndrome all by yourself.

Nope, never again was I getting a hunting dog.  These days I rarely go duck hunting.  There is likely only a pheasant or two in my entire county.  And frankly, if a person has to have a dog I could not see owning anything but a Labrador Retriever.  Without a doubt when God made dogs he stopped with the Lab as he molded the perfect canine companion.

Meet Mikka

Within a year of losing my dog something else came along in my life–my first biological child.  I quickly realized how raising a puppy was a lot less challenging and costly, but the task of becoming a father certainly occupied my time and energy.  Indeed, I forgot all about being dog-less for one of the first times in my life.

That is, until my stepson turned 17 and decided he wanted a dog.  He held this fantasy notion that if he took the puppy with him while driving to visit friends…well, he would garner more attention.  Presumably attention from girls.  I dunno.  I never stooped to such tactics, although I’m aware when used properly it can work marvelously to a single guy’s advantage.  In other words, the cuter the puppy, the stronger the magnetic attraction by the female human persuasion.

I worked to quickly squelch this harebrained scheme.  Pulling some parental logic, I asked him what would happen to the dog for the 10+ years of its life AFTER he moved on to college.  As suspected, the dog would then by default become my sole responsibility.  I quickly nixed this idea.

Then a few more years passed when my daughter then became school-aged and started asking for a dog.  I thought…NO…not this again.  I’ve been down this track before.  But this time things were different.  She needed a summer companion.  She would be around home for the next 10 years to presumably care for the critter.  And moreover, she wants to grow up to be a veterinarian.  How can you be a vet without animal experience?  She played me perfectly.

We brought a new Yellow Lab puppy home on May 5th from a local breeder.  We named her Mikka and boy what a ball of energy she has become.  Yes, I lost the battle.  I mean, when I’ve grown up with dogs for the first 45 years of my life…how could I deny my daughter the same youth canine experience?

Mikka, the patriotic puppy during Independence Day.

Well, I was steadfast in my decision that if I am buying a dog it would be a Lab…and after two BLACK Labs this time it would be something different.  I wanted to go with a YELLOW Lab.

Mikka getting to know her new trainer before we left her for two weeks of puppy training.

Mikka has grown into quite the family pet.  New this time is Mikka’s also an indoor dog.  All of my previous dogs have been outdoor kenneled dogs, so that is also a completely new experience for me.  Still getting used to having a dog in the house, but I must say they grow much closer to the family that way being with you almost 24/7.

But today the crate is empty again.  We’ve been through the puppy obedience sessions and all that sort of thing…but now she is taking the first big step toward growing up.  She’s in puppy kindergarten.  Yup, for the next two weeks she is attending training at Tom Dokken’s Oak Ridge Kennels near Northfield, MN.  They do an excellent job with the dogs and I can’t wait to see how much Mikka has learned.

So, for the next 10 days or so I need work through my loneliness once again knowing how this time it’s only temporary.  Mikka is a great dog with the potential of being my best hunting dog ever.  She’s smart…good looking…and I can already imagine her flushing those pheasants within gun range.  My only concern now is…can I still hit those birds so as not to disappoint a new pup?  We shall soon see.

The SHOT Show; Remembering My First Time

I have this friend who likes to poke fun at people who do stupid things.   Take, for instance, the time one of our buddies backed his boat trailer into the water and then got talking with some people who momentarily distracted him.   Yup, you probably guessed it…he forgot to put the drain plug back into the boat before it hit water.

Well, to make a long story short…by the time he figured out his predicament the boat had taken on lots of water to the point gear was floating on the bottom.   It’s about this time my other buddy is famous for saying, “I remember my first beer, too.”   The connotation being that someone just learning how to drink alcohol is generally not too aware of the stupidity that can result.

In many ways the concept of “remembering my first beer” sort of relates to my first experience at SHOT Show, too.   I was a rookie.   I did lots of stupid things.   I was intoxicated, so to speak, of the sheer scope of the event.   In other words, the first time I walked into the Las Vegas Convention Center back in 1988 to attend the SHOT Show a sensation of nervous excitement raced throughout my body.

Now, keep in mind back in 1988 the number of show attendees was just shy of 20,000 people.   Last year, in comparison, there was about 64,000 people at the Sands Convention Center which I’m guessing has a footprint smaller than what the larger L.V. Convention Center once offered.

I attended this 1988 show because my boss (at the time) told me to go with the intent of making some new contacts to sell them calendars.   Truth be told, I failed miserably.   I came home with a pocket full of business cards and none of them were leads for future business.   In fact, I quickly discovered how people don’t go to SHOT with the hopes of peddling products or services TO THE exhibitors (albeit, to some extent it does happen)…nope, folks go to SHOT to BUY FROM the exhibitors who spend big bucks on fancy tradeshow displays.

And you see, at that first show I discovered how companies had a sneaky little trick to distract you.   While you might be wanting to tout the benefits of the products and services you can offer, they have new products on display that makes your head spin with excitement and intrigue.   I quickly learned the proper protocol for SHOT or any tradeshow, for that matter.   In fact, today even more so than three decades ago, SHOT management strongly discourages any selling by roving “carpetbagging” as this practice undermines the tradeshow concept.

So, if you’re walking the show aisles and not selling, you must be buying products, correct?   Well, yes and no.   At this first tradeshow I discovered how the exhibitors wanted to “write orders” and have the product shipped to your store.   That didn’t mean they would necessarily have products for you to “grab and go” with to fill a shopping cart.   Nope, found that out when trying to leave the show.   Bags were often inspected and a “bill of sale” best be available as proof of purchase.   And samples, oh boy…a person better have a good story.

Today, however, mostly with the size of the tradeshow show tripling from those earlier years…show floor selling doesn’t appear to be as big of a deal.   While all bags are still subject to inspection upon departure, it seems to now rarely occur.

The new smartphone app is a welcome tool to both navigate and learn about what is happening at SHOT.

Okay, so what’s it like to walk your very first SHOT Show?   I guess if I had to sum it up in one word I would say “disorienting.”   Honestly, the SHOT Show is so big and vast that without a good plan of attack you just will not see it all.   A person needs paper maps, smartphone apps, and the confidence to ask someone who can help show you the way.

Aside from that the show will wear you down.   Yes, it will even make your feet bleed.   Just ask my buddy, Jeff, who chose not to take my advice and wear comfortable shoes while at the show.   His white dress socks having spent the day inside a pair of leather dress shoes made for blisters and bleeding.   Oh yeah, once the “dogs start barking” the discomfort will not stop biting likely for the remainder of the show.   Be warned and stay aware.

Another thing most people forget about is staying hydrated.   After all, the SHOT Show is in the desert and your body can wear down quickly when fluid intake is lacking.   Oh, and perhaps this is a good point in time to talk about the proper fluid, too.   Yes, the show is in Vegas and yes, the alcohol has a tendency to flow(especially in the evenings).   Alcohol does not do well to hydrate a body, in fact, in most cases it is rather counter productive.

So, by now you might be wondering why the hell would anyone want to go to SHOT.   First off, not just anybody can get in…you must be a bona fide member of the outdoors industry with credentials that seem to get more strict each year.   Oh yeah, and it costs lost of money in travel and lodging; Vegas is not the cheap destination your parents once knew.   On top of that, the tradeshow can be overwhelming in so many of the ways I just explained.

Honestly, I go for the friendships.   Over all my years I have met many outstanding people in this industry with whom I have developed very cherished friendships.   To me that is what SHOT is truly all about.   Renewing acquaintances and discovering new fascinating people to connect with in the future.

This first-time SHOT attendee was so overwhelmed by the experience I could hardly get him out of the Tenzing booth.

Of course, this is only an estimate, but I figure conservatively I have walked at least 750,000 steps while attending SHOT over the many years.   This works out to be over 300 miles of tired, sore feet walking on carpeted cement in various cities such as Las Vegas, Orlando, Houston, Dallas and New Orleans.   No wonder I’m tired.

Yet, in 1994 a book author named John Roskelley handed me a signed copy of his new mountain-climbing book, Stories Off The Wall.   In the book he signed and wrote, “To Jim, all adventures begin with the first step…”   Advice I have not only taken to heart in my life, but subsequently offered to many others who were contemplating a new life journey.

Indeed, I would say how the first time a person takes steps inside of the SHOT Show it becomes a transformational experience; an experience that will change how you appreciate the shooting and outdoors industry from that day forward.

To all those folks who will be taking their very first steps at SHOT this year, I’m excited for what you are about to witness.   …And oh yes, “I remember my first time.”

Random Images From Minnesota’s 2016 State High School Clay Target Championship

I wanted to get these pictures posted up for a good friend of mine, Todd Rost.   As you may have heard, high school clay target competition has become one of the fastest growing high school sports in the nation.   That’s incredible, and certainly a big positive for the shooting sports.   And with over 7,000 Minnesota student athletes competing in various categories, it took the entire week of June 14–21, 2016, to hold the competition in Alexandria, Minnesota.

The following pictures are random shots showing the Faribault Bethlehem Academy team getting their chance on the big shooting stage.   I hope this gives you a feel for what it was like to be there from opening ceremony singing the National Anthem all the way to the competitors in serious action.

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