Showing posts with label Guest Fits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guest Fits. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Tilda Tuesday: Training Your Vizsla to Hunt by Katie at Prairie Ponderings

Welcome to Tilda Tuesday, that special day of the week where the Right Fits goes to the dogs! 

I often post about running with my vizsla Matilda. She's one of my favorite running companions and a beloved member of our family. But this breed is actually raised for a whole different reason- hunting! 

Thought we don't hunt with Matilda, I still think it's a great way to get outdoors, be active, and bond with your pup. With that said, I am excited to share with you today a guest post from a fellow blogger with a vizsla, Katie!  Katie blogs at Prairie Ponderings and we connected over our shared love of running and vizslas. 

Katie is here today to share with you how she trained her vizsla Harvey to hunt. I found this post to be really fascinating to read. I hope you do too!

From Katie:

I still remember when Jeff announced to me that he knew what kind of puppy we’d be getting. At the time, we were engaged, but not living together, and talking on the phone daily.

He had been rattling on and on without much pause about this type of dog that I had never heard of before. He was excited to tell me that these dogs were energetic but snuggly and affectionate, very intelligent, and were excellent hunters. I could take him running with me if I wanted to, and on the farm where we’d be living he’d have plenty of free space, and Jeff would train him as a bird dog. He wasn’t going to be too big, and he was really clean—with short hair and a habit for licking and cleaning himself…. Jeff kept going naming all the virtues of this mysterious dog breed I had never heard of before.

“Wait—what kind of dog is it?” I had asked.

“A vizsla!”

We picked up Harvey as a puppy from a breeder in Iowa, while on a trip there to visit my family. This was about four years ago in September. 

Harvey rode all the way home with us as a teeny tiny seven-week old pup with huge ears, blue eyes, and a cute little pot-belly. We loved him from the start. He would be our companion, best friend, running buddy, snuggle-man, and hunting guide from that day on.

As a hunter, Harvey showed his instincts right away, as many vizslas do. Vizslas are actually an incredibly old breed, used by the tribal Magyar people in Hungary about a thousand years ago or so. They were bred from the start to hunt, so as a breed they have excellent stamina and athletic ability (which is also why they make such great companion dogs to runners!)
Within the first few weeks we owned him, Jeff had Harvey on another road trip and actually ran into a man at a rest area who was on a hunting excursion with his own dogs. He had a spare pheasant wing and gave it to Jeff. They laid the wing down on the ground a little ways from the car and then let Harvey find it. He didn’t exactly point right away, but he definitely keyed in on the wing and was very interested in it, his instinct driving him. We knew from that short episode that Harvey had the instinct to smell out birds.

Since I actually didn’t live with Jeff at the time, or even in the same town, Jeff was really the one to do most of Harvey’s training as a puppy. Jeff worked with him on all kinds of training and obedience- things that all dogs should learn- but also on honing Harvey’s hunting skills. It was only on my visits to the farm, and after I moved here permanently, that I was more involved, but Jeff certainly laid the foundation for our success.

Let me be clear that Harvey is not a strict working-only hunting dog. He is very much our best friend and family dog, too. A person training a Vizsla, or any breed, for that matter, to be strictly a hunting dog would go about things much differently than we did. From the start, we wanted Harvey to be part of our family, to treat him like we would a pet and companion, but also to be able to work with him to hunt. These are all more great reasons why we ended up with a Vizsla. To us, Harvey has shown time and again that he is happiest in three situations: running, hunting, and snuggling with us.

Thinking back on his formative years of training, Jeff and I have come up with some tips that worked for us when helping Harvey train himself as a hunting dog. We believe that the best kind of training feels more like you’re guiding and encouraging the instincts your dog already has. Here are a few things to keep in mind if you are thinking of training your dog to hunt!

Use a Reward System. 
Vizslas are very sensitive dogs and don’t respond well to punishment for doing something wrong. They are very responsive, however, to being rewarded for doing the RIGHT thing. Find out what rewards seem to motivate your dog, and use those when training. For Harvey, he seemed to care most about verbal praise from us and receiving a treat, so we made sure in training to reward him with both.

Be Consistent. 
Once you have your reward figured out, be consistent and use it EVERY TIME, or at least as often as you can, when your dog does what you want. This was especially important when training Harvey on the mechanics of his point. He would sometimes pick up the wrong paw or not pick up any paw at all, but he learned that he’d only get his reward when he picked up his front paw. Now, it’s not an issue, and he uses consistent body language each time he points, thanks to consistent reward and training early on.

No Time Off. 
You, as the human, need to be vigilant in watching for hunting-specific behaviors in everyday situations.  It’s super important not to pull a hunting dog off-scent, especially when they’re learning. Sometimes this means that you will walk in circles in public areas, looking silly, to follow your dog for what ultimately might be Bunny #762 in your local park. I’ve been there. For example, we wanted Harvey to learn for himself what scents he was interested in, and reward him when he was on the correct scent of a game bird. There were numerous times we’d be out for a walk and he’d start following his nose somewhere. If it ended up being a bunny or a songbird or a squirrel, that’s fine. Once we saw that he knew what he had been trailing, we’d lead him back on course, with no praise or reward. Only if he ended up on-scent for a game bird would he reward him. Again, you can’t take time off from training him on scents, even if it may be inconvenient for you, and stick to consistently rewarding the behaviors you want to encourage. This is how Harvey ultimately refined his knowledge of what he cared about in a hunting situation- and what was just for fun or play-time.

Verbal Commands. 
We trained Harvey on a few basic commands and phrases for hunting, again using reward system and consistency. The phrase we use most often is “Get the bird/Where’s the bird?” meaning we want him to try and find a scent to track. When Harvey hears this, he knows it’s time to hunt. We also use “Leave it!” to mean we want him to drop or leave alone whatever he is interested in. This is for when we shoot a bird and it falls and Harvey helps us find the body. Harvey’s not a retriever, so he tends to find the bird and wants very badly to shake it in his mouth, destroying the meat, etc. A stern “Leave it!” means exactly what it sounds like. 

The third phrase we use most often is, “Far Enough!” This is used when Harvey is getting too far out ahead of us when hunting. We need him to be close so that if he does point and flush a bird before we’re ready, we’re close enough to take a shot.

Visual Commands. We don’t use a ton of visual commands with Harvey, but we did train him to follow a point or directional indication from us. We point or wave one direction or another to show him where we’d like him to start hunting. This usually accompanies the verbal command of “Where’s the bird?” Ideally, you want your hunting dog to sort of zig-zag left to right, right to left in front of you, until he gets on scent. The pointing and hand directions helped immensely with this.

The Right Tools. 
We did use some hunting-specific “toys” and training aids for Harvey, too. We used AKC-issued bird replica stuffies, some actual bird wings and bird scent drops, a bird dummy, and also a 50 foot lead rope. Jeff spent some time hiding scented dummies and objects and turning Harvey loose to find them, earning a reward for a successful point. The objects were also great for training him on the “Leave it!” command.  The most useful tool was probably the rope, actually, in training Harvey on what distance we ideally wanted him to be at as he hunted ahead of us.

Experience. 
As with anything else, the most useful aspect of training with Harvey was practice and experience. We have a naturally full population of game birds where we live, so any time of year we can expect to encounter some while out on a walk or a run. Using all the tips listed above, we’d encourage Harvey’s instincts whenever we could when outside with him, but also took him on plenty of dedicated hunting outings. Even short hikes in the grass of an hour or less were great training tools for him.

Whether you’re planning on training your Vizsla or other dog to hunt is up to you. I never anticipated I’d be interested in hunting before we got this dog, but there’s something so special and rewarding about watching him work. Harvey loves to hunt—it’s a manifestation of all of his instinct, breeding, and training, in one exercise. If you do get a chance to try hunting with your dog, I wouldn’t pass it up. You might be surprised how well he or she does, even with no training at all, and you may even find another hobby. Hunting is a wonderful way to spend time with family and friends and your beloved dog outdoors.

But perhaps the best thing about hunting, is coming home with a tired, but satisfied and happy Vizsla who wants nothing more than snuggles on the couch!

Thank you so much Katie for sharing such a fascinating post about hunting with your vizsla!

Go check out Katie's blog HERE and for more posts specifically about hunting, check these out:



Do you hunt with your dog? Any other tips you'd like to add?

Monday, October 13, 2014

Guest Fits: A Very Special Race Review of the Night Light Trail Run...with an Engagement!

Hi everyone- happy Monday! I have a special story to share with you...one that combines two awesome things: running and love.

This story comes from my friend Mike (previous guest post HERE)

This story will also serve as my "race recap" from the Night Light Trail Race this past Friday, October 10th. Enjoy!

At the end of a different trail race- the Salomon Autumn Trail Series
From Mike:

The question every runner needs to answer is “How do I execute an epic wedding proposal at a race?”  Well, I have an answer for you, it may not be epic, but it was pretty good.

For this story I will use my name (Mike) and my fiancé's name (Julie) and the hostess of this blog (Jessie).  All others identities will be protected because we want to get this information out to you as soon as possible without having to obtain legal waivers.

So, about a year ago I heard about this cool nighttime trail race from my friend Joey.  We had done quite a few trail runs together, but this was going to be the first trail night run.  It sounded like a pretty unique experience and a lot of fun (which it was!)  Unfortunately my buddy Joey backed out on me, so I didn’t register for the race beforehand..  When the day of the race came around, I found out that my friend Ross and his girlfriend Rachel were going to run the race and they invited me along. I headed out to the closest running shop to get a headlamp since the run was completely in the dark and a head lamp was strongly encouraged for all runners (Jessie's note- a head lamp was necessary if you didn't want to break an ankle!)


We arrived at the race and I registered for the 10k option that Rachel and Ross were doing.  
Start of the  Night Light trail race
After the race we met up with their friends Monica and Chandler.  It was Chandler’s birthday and they invited their friend Julie along (it was fate!) We headed to Ward 6 in St. Paul for post-race dinner and drinks and that is when I decided I was going to contact Julie and ask her out.

Fast forward to just a month ago- things were going very well with Julie and I had an idea that the race would be a good opportunity to "pop the question."  

So of course, I had to get permission from her father first.  We met at the St. Paul Grill, but not after a little anxiety on my part.  I went down to the lobby a few minutes early to meet and it was 5 minutes after he was supposed to meet me and I texted him.  No response.  And 10 minutes after we were supposed to meet I called him there was no response. I gave up and headed into the restaurant to cancel my reservation.  Thankfully they told me he was already waiting at our table and I found out the he had left his phone in the car.  I got permission and the next step was the ring.

Thankfully, Julie had a gal’s weekend scheduled up north and I went shopping for a ring at a shop recommended by a friend.  It didn’t take me long to find a ring that I thought was perfect.

Julie and I were planning on running the Night Light Trail Run again as it was around Chandler’s birthday again and the one year anniversary of when we first met.  Rachel and Ross couldn’t make it this year due to an out of state race they were running. But thankfully Chandler and Monica were able to attend.

In preparation for the proposal I knew I was going to carry the ring and I wanted to be able to do so without it being obvious.  I decided to ditch the box and carried the ring in a small draw-string white bag, so there would be a strong contrast against the ground if I dropped it {smart thinking Mason!}  I have a pair of Nike shorts with a zip back pocket.  Once I put the ring in there I knew the ring wasn’t going anywhere until I was ready.


At the beginning of the race, Julie and I ran with Jessie and Monica.  The 10K was a two loop course, and I was hoping that I would find a spot where I could pop the question on the first loop.  Proposals at the end of a race are nice, but I was looking for something a little more personal. During the first loop I kept my eye open for the perfect spot. 

After the race started it didn’t take long for Jessie to pick up the pace and leave us in the literal and figurative dust!  As we ran the first loop with Monica, I noticed a spot overlooking the Mississippi River Valley that was perfect for a proposal.


 Once Monica finished her 5K, Julie and I continued on by ourselves to finish the 10K.  There were barely any other runners around since the 5K was the most popular event and the other 10K runners were well ahead of us.  We came upon the spot that over looked the river valley and asked Julie to stop.  She said “Shouldn't we keep going?  Our friends and beer are at the finish!” I was able to coax her off the course.  I started the proposal and gave her a kiss before getting to the important question.  And at that point we heard someone yelling, “STOP MAKING OUT!!”  

It was Julie’s good friend Phoebe who was on her third lap of the half-marathon distance.  When she started asking what was going on I knew I needed to act fast.  I got on one knee, pulled the ring from my trusty zip pocket, and asked the question.  Julie said “yes” and Phoebe started yelling, “Oh my gosh do you have a camera? (No) Does Julie have a camera? (No) Does anyone have a camera?  (No one was around)  

We got back on the trail and headed back towards the finish.  Phoebe had to keep going because she still had a good chunk of her half marathon left while Julie and I took the last mile fairly easy.  By the time we got to the finish Jessie, Monica, and Chandler had been waiting for us.  Julie showed the ring and everyone was surprised.  Julie had no idea and no one else did either.  The best part of the engagement was the shock on Julie’s face.  Thankfully she loved the ring and was completely surprised by the proposal!  The perfect race experience!

  
So the main Right Fit recommendation?  Go with the running shorts with a zip pocket in back!!! (You can even put an engagement ring in there.)

Thanks Mason for sharing this story!

It was such a fun night. Julie had planned ahead and brought a few birthday (and now engagement!) celebratory cupcakes and there was beer and music at the finish line.  


Even if there hadn't been a proposal, I still would have loved this race. It was really fun to do a trail race in the dark. I mean, yes, I had a head lamp, but there were plenty of times that I felt like I was running blind. I did take a wrong turn once, but fortunately there was another runner close behind me that corrected me. I will definitely be back next year- maybe I'll even try the half-marathon!
Re-enacting the proposal for the camera


Congratulations to Julie and Mike! I'm so happy I got to be there on this exciting occasion. A race proposal gets me every time...
Picture of the happy couple at Woofstock 2014


Night Light Trail Run:
http://www.enduranceunited.org/events/night-light-half-marathon/
5k/10k and half marathon options


Monday, October 6, 2014

Guest Fits: Completing Ironman Wisconsin with "My Team Triumph"

Adam is a member of my running club, the Calhoun Beach Running Club. He's a speedy one, so I haven't run with him much, but I had heard from a few other runners that he had a pretty amazing story to share about his first Ironman experience. I thought it would be interesting to hear more about it, so I asked Adam to recap it here for you.

So what was so unique about Adam's experience? He and his friend Aaron completed Ironman Wisconsin 2014 with Katie Neuman. Katie has celebral palsy. The three of them were connected through an organization called MY TEAM TRIUMPH which helps challenged athletes compete in endurance events. He's here to share his experience with you. Be sure to watch the video at the end.


From Adam:

Ironman is a triathlon. It is a 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike ride and a 26.2 mile run...but really, it's so much more than that. 

An Ironman is a chance to truly discover how strong you can be. It's a chance to prove to yourself that if you put your mind to something, you can do whatever you want. I would like to tell you about one of the best Ironman out there. Her name is Katie Neuman.

My good friends Katie Neuman, Aaron Hunnel and me all competed Ironman Wisconsin together. There is something that you need to know about Katie. Katie has cerebral palsy. However when you talk to her you would never know it. She has one of the most positive outlooks on life of anyone you will ever meet.

Katie competed in Ironman with the help of Aaron and me.

We pulled her in a boat, pulled her behind our bike. and pushed her along the run.

Aaron and I may have been the hands and feet but Katie was the heart and soul. If you have ever competed in an endurance event, you know it is nothing unless you have your heart in it.

I want to tell you about the race but more importantly I want to tell you about Katie, so let’s get the race out of the way.

Ironman Wisconsin is a mass start which means that everyone starts at the same time. It is like a human washing machine.

Since we were competing with Katie, we got a ten minute head start. We made it about half-way before the rest of the people caught up with us. When they did it was intense. I got hit and kicked on accident and I hit and kicked a few people as well. I remember one specific time where I got punched right on my left goggle. I was super upset and then I took a breath and I saw Katie in the boat smiling having the time of her life and I remembered what it was all about. 

Hope.


Ironman in general is known for having amazing spectators along the course, and Ironman Wisconsin is known to have some of the best (in my opinion they are number one.)

We get out of the swim and run to the bike transition. We hook up Katie to my bike and we are off. Aaron and I switched on and off for pulling Katie along the course.
Ironman Wisconsin is rated as one of the toughest bike courses. There are three major hills that you hit twice. Aaron pulled Katie up all the major hills every time, he is a beast. The three major hills are packed with people cheering you on. It feels like you are on the Tour de France. When they saw Katie they went crazy. She has a way with inspiring people. 

We made the bike course with 15 minutes to spare. That is when Aaron, Katie and I knew that we were going to become Ironmen that day. We knew we had the run.

 We get out the gate and start the run. Once again Aaron and I switched on and off for the run. The run is two half-marathon loops around Madison. At multiple times you hit State Street and it is insane to say the least!

 The people pack the streets and once again they went crazy when they saw Katie. It was amazing, as during the run that is when most people lose their steam but we all kept going strong. We were a team and we kept one another going. If Aaron or I got tired all we had to do was take one look at Katie, she had a smile on her face so big that it could have lit up the streets.


 We get to the finish chute which is probably a 100 yards long and the crowd is crazy and that is when the real miracle happens...

With the help of Aaron and me, Katie walks the last 100 yards of the chute and the crowd goes insane. I remember walking with Katie and Aaron and we were all struggling. This may have been one of the longest distances that Katie has ever walked in her life.

 We get about 20 feet from the finish and Mike Riley the voice of Ironman starts to cheer on Katie personally. He usually just yells so and so, “You are an Ironman” but he was cheering Katie on personally, encouraging her along. I remember being 20 feet away and I heard him say “Come on Katie I want to tell you something, a few more steps Katie and Katie Neuman, Katie Neuman you are an Ironman” and the crowd went insane. (Video below- be sure to watch it)

We knew that we had accomplished what we set out to do. We made Katie an Ironman.

“You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.”
― John Bunyan


Thinking back about Ironman and the journey, for many it would seem that Aaron and I did something for Katie that she could never repay us for. However, I know that to be false and in fact it is the other way around. Katie has given Aaron and I something that we can never repay her for.

Hope.

Hope, that one day people are no longer judged by their abilities but rather their personalities. Hope that people will look inside themselves and realize that they are stronger than they could ever believe. Hope that when fate deals you some of the worst cards you could ever imagine and some you could never imagine, you take it in, smile, and show people what you are made of.
                                                           
                             
Do you have any questions for Adam regarding this experience? If so, please comment below and I will pass your questions along. 

I asked Adam afterwards if there was anything special that they needed to do in order to be allowed to compete with Katie the way that they did, and he answered: 

"As far as logistics for running, there was nothing really out of the ordinary we had to do to compete. We just had to allow others to pass us and follow the rules of everyone else. We have been building a relationship with IM Wisconsin for around 2 years now. We had to follow the same cut offs as everyone else. Finish the swim by 9:20, Bike by 5:30 and the run by midnight."

Thank you so much Adam for sharing this experience.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Guest Fits: What It's Like to Run Hood to Coast...While Living in the Cayman Islands!


I have a fun guest post today from my friend Phil. I actually met Phil through work. Like me, Phil works in the financial industry, but I'm thinking that his true calling is definitely marathons!
Phil is originally from England but has lived in the Cayman Islands (lucky!) since 1995 with his wife Claire and their dog Sydney. Phil ran his first (and what was supposed to be only) marathon in 2007, the fateful Chicago race that was closed down {I ran this race too- it was terrible!} Phil only signed up to run Chicago as a bucket list item upon turning 40. But now Phil has run TWELVE marathons, including a marathon on all seven continents.  <-- So impressive!

Prior to running his first marathon at age 40, Phil claims that he was not a runner of any description whatsoever.  Now he has accomplished so much (all seven continents is quite a feat!). Next, he is working on completing the World Marathon Majors, with Berlin this fall (Phil- don't forget to read my recap HERE for some tips!) and then Tokyo and, hopefully, Boston in 2015.

Okay, that was a lengthy introduction, but Phil is an accomplished man who deserves a long intro!

He could probably do all kinds of guest posts about running a marathon in places like Antactica, but today he's guest blogging for you about his experience running the Hood To Coast relay.

Here you go- enjoy!

From Phil:
A couple of years ago I was invited to run Hood To Coast in a team with some running friends.  I signed up without really knowing what it was all about. Having failed to get a spot for the 2013 race, we got lucky for the following year.  So, fast forward to August 2014 and I now realise that Hood To Coast is a big deal.  A very big deal.


For those that are not familiar with the race, it markets itself as the Mother of All Relays:  a 197 mile, 36 leg, relay race in Oregon from Mount Hood to Seaside on the Pacific Coast.   Whilst there are related races for walkers and high school students, the relay proper has some 1,000+ teams, each with 8-12 runners, and assisted by hundreds of marshals along the way.


Living overseas (in the Cayman Islands), my role in planning and organization was limited to booking flights and sending money when asked. But for the team captain, it appeared to be a mammoth task involving booking hotels, sourcing minivans, stocking up on water, snacks, tents, lights, maps, chairs, sleeping bags and a host of other things.  Minivans seem to be a major issue:  pretty much every van in the Portland area gets rented for the weekend.

Whilst there are various strategies for those teams looking to win their categories, the more social teams adopt a standard approach of 2 vans, 6 runners per van.  Some teams switch around the driving between the runners, but we had an additional driver in each van.

The relay kicked off Friday morning, and waves of runners left for the next 12 hours:  our slot was 8.30am, and so Van #1 headed off to Timberline Lodge (used for outside hotel shots in The Shining, for the movie geeks) and, as Van #2, we headed off to the first exchange point:  Runners in Van #1 do legs 1-6, exchange to Van #2, who then do legs 7-12, back to Van #1 and so on. 

Arriving at the end of leg 6 we encountered for the 1st time something we would become familiar with for the next 30 hours:  traffic jams.  Minivans of all shapes and sizes, and hundreds of runners, filled up every patch of ground, and it was quickly obvious that most teams view the race as a social and fun event, not a serious time challenge.  Jams were the norm for the rest of the race, including the Mother of All Jams leading into exchange 24-25, where even the marshals confessed that they had not seen it as bad before.

Living in Grand Cayman, and thus running at sea level and with minimal elevation, I was given legs 9, 21 and 33:  not much in the way of climbs, albeit the 2nd longest distance of any set.  Other legs involved either a) steep descents (legs 1 and 2 being down the side of Mount Hood from ~5,600 feet above sea level) or b) lung-busting climbs.  A few runners were unlucky enough to get c) all of the above!

197 miles and about 30 hours in the van means that a portion of the race is through the night, and after finishing leg 12 in Portland and grabbing a quick dinner, we drove out to middle of nowhere and made camp for the night:  camp involving a sleep-mat in the middle of a field, with no tent, next to porta-loos, deafened by race marshals calling out arriving runners, and the constant din of vans arriving and departing.  
Suffice to say it was not the best 2 hours sleep of our lives.   Still, at 1am our team-mate arrived, we sent off our runner and headed off into the night, with my own leg kicking off around 3am, being 5miles downhill all the way.

We picked up our 3rd set of legs mid-afternoon in the Oregon countryside, and mine was 7.7 miles of rolling hills in the sunshine:  with hills rather than heat being the source of misery for me.


The race finishes on the beach at Seaside, Oregon (home to a Lewis and Clark monument for the history geeks):  the population of the town is less than 7,000, and so you can imagine how overrun the place gets as thousands upon thousands of runners, friends and crew converge for the day.   Each team is allowed to finish as a group, held in corrals until being called forward one at a time:  it makes the finish feel a little forced, but ensures good and obvious photo-opportunities.  And, if nothing else, getting out of the van for a shower was a welcome change….

All in all, Hood To Coast was a great experience:  thoroughly glad I got to take part, and if you ever get a chance to run, grab it.


There you have it- Phil's recap of Hood to Coast. It sounds like a really cool experience that I hope I can participate in one day!

...I don't know about you, but I think I'd like to know more about training for all these marathons while living on the Cayman Islands, right? I think he told me that he has to get up to run around 3 am for his long runs to beat the heat. Very impressive!

Thanks again for sharing Phil!