Mi è stato chiesto se mi fossi dimenticata della sezione “A Month on the Moor”. Certi che no! Sono solo impegnata con un sacco di cose da fare allo stesso tempo, come al solito! Per questo motivo sto “sfruttando” i post di addestramento di Tok Mostert, ma ciò non significa che non voglia continuare a raccontare la mia storia.

Cerchiamo di essere brevi e ricordare il giorno in cui sono partita dall’Italia. Era il 15 di luglio e lo era per un motivo preciso: non volevo essere in Francia il 14. In qualche maniera sentivo che sarebbe accaduto qualcosa il giorno in cui si commemorava la presa della Bastiglia. Prima di andare a dormire, la TV ha passato le immagini dell’attentato terroristico di Nizza: ero amareggiata, triste e preoccupata ma non sorpresa. La mattina del 15, prima di partire, ho dovuto finire di caricare l’auto: non ho mai afferrato appieno il concetto di “viaggiare leggeri” e il mio viaggio in UK nel 2016 lo ha confermato, ma parleremo dei miei problemi con i bagagli in separata sede. Ho superato Milano velocemente e mi sono fermata in una stazione di servizio nei pressi di Varese, prima della dogana Svizzera.  Pensando di essere furba, mi ero portato un termo pieno di caffè, pensavo così di risparmiare. Pessima idea, c’erano già 30 gradi e il caffè era ancora fumante! Perché mi sono fermata? Perché mi era stato detto di fermarmi almeno ogni due ore, per il cane, cosa che ho eseguito diligentemente per tutto il viaggio. Mentre cercavo comunque di bere il caffè, il gestore della stazione di servizio mi è venuto incontro per salutare il cane. Era lo stesso uomo che avevo incontrato alcuni anni prima, mentre stavo andando in Svizzera per conoscere l’allevatore di Briony. Lui non si ricordava di me, ma io sì, del suo cane maltese e della sua passione per questi animali.

La cosa che mi ha stupito di più, comunque, sono state due macchine parcheggiate accanto alla mia. Indossavano una targa scozzese ed era la prima volta che vedevo una macchina con targa scozzese in Italia, che bel segno! Le auto in verità erano tre, e piuttosto costose, mi pare Audi e Saab, e, stranezza, ciascuna di loro aveva un guidatore e zero passeggeri. Si trattava di due uomini di mezza età e di una ragazza bionda. Come faccio a saperlo? Perché mi hanno accompagnato durante tutta la traversata della Svizzera. Li perdevo e ricomparivano, spariva una delle tre auto e ne spuntava un’altra. È stato così per tutto il tratto Svizzero, ho avuto questi insoliti compagni di viaggio che, per motivi assolutamente irrazionali, mi ricordavano James Bond e le spie al servizio di Sua Maestà.

Come si viaggia in Svizzera? Ci sono dei bei panorami? Sì, si guida tra laghi e montagne ma non ce li si gode appieno perché devi stare molto attenti alla strada. C’è parecchio traffico: gli automobilisti e i camionisti che vogliono risparmiare scelgono il tunnel del Gottardo, che è gratuito. Il Monte Bianco e il Frejus sono costosi e, inoltre, le autostrade svizzere si pagano una tantum (la vignetta costa circa 40 euro e dura un anno) mentre le autostrade francesi hanno sistema di pedaggi analogo al nostro. Però, la Svizzera non è perfetta: le autostrade sono strette e hanno dei limiti di velocità piuttosto bassi che cambiano in continuazione. Bisogna fare attenzione, ci sono moltissime telecamere pronte a tendere agguati agli automobilisti distratti.

Ci siamo fermate di nuovo prima del tunnel del Gottardo, mi avevano detto di fermarmi spesso se viaggiavo con il cane… Eravamo nel bel mezzo delle Alpi e il clima era piacevolmente freddo. Passato il Gottardo, pieno di automobilisti belgi, abbiamo bordeggiato il lago di Lucerna durante un temporale, sempre scortati dal Team Bond, e finalmente raggiunto Basilea. Nuovo stop, per il pranzo, avevo del cibo con me ma ho voluto controllare cosa offrisse l’autogrill: torte splendide ma che costavano 7.50 euro a fetta! Non ho avuto dubbi e sono tornata alla mia piadina fatta in casa, smangiucchiata sotto ad un albero. Il mio vicino di albero, all’ombra del successivo, era uno svizzero con un bassotto a pelo duro. Pochi minuti dopo ero già in Francia.

Somebody asked whether I forgot about the “ A Month on the Moor” section. No! I did not, I am just busy with so many things to do at the same time, like always! This is why I am “taking advantage” of Tok Mostert writings on training but… I still want to tell my tale.

So, let’s try to be brief and remember some things about the day I left from Italy. It was July 15^th and I had set this date because I did not want to be in France on the 14^th. I somehow felt something was bound to happen on that day, France national day. I was going to go to bed on that night, when the TV announced there was an ongoing terrorist attack in Nice. I was sorry, worried and moved but not surprised.

On 15^th morning, I had to finish to load the car: I have never completely grasped the concept of “travelling light” and UK 2016 trip was not an exception, my “packing” issues will be told in another story . I passed Milan swiftly, and stopped at a service station near Varese, right before the Swiss border. I had a coffee flask with me: my plan was to be smart and save money. Bad idea, the temperature was already around 30°C and my coffee was still steaming! Why did I stop then? Because… people told me that when you travel with a dog you need to stop every two hours, which I stupidly did on all my way to England! While trying to sip some coffee, the service station man came to greet me and look at the dog. It was the same man I met on my way to Switzerland, a couple of years ago, while I was travelling to meet Briony’s breeder. He did not remember me of course, but I did as he told me again about his Maltese dog and about his love for these four legged critters.

What astonished me the most, however, were two cars parked by mine: they were wearing a Scottish plate! I have never seen any Scottish plates in Italy before, so I took it as a good sign! These cars ended up being three, not two: they were expensive cars, Audi or Saab if I am not wrong and, weird thing, each of them had a driver and no passengers. Drivers were two middle aged men and a girl, I know this for sure as they sort of escorted me until the French border. I was missing them, finding one of them again, miss them another time and so on. I crossed Switzerland with these three unusual travel mates, which, for no rational reasons, reminded me of James Bond… and British spies!

How do you travel in Switzerland? Are there any breathtaking sceneries? Yes there are,  you drive through mountains and lakes, but you cannot really enjoy them as you need to be well focused on the road. There is much traffic, as many car drivers and truck drivers favour Swizterland over France because the Mont Blanc and the Frejus tunnels are very expensive (while the Gottahrd is free). Also, French and Italian motorways are much more expensive than the Swiss ones: in Italy and France you pay according to your mileage and your veichle, in Switzerland you pay about 40 Euros and you can travel as much as you like for one year. Driving in Switzerland is cheaper, but equally demanding: speed limits are really tight, these roads are not made for high speeds and speed limits keep changing constantly. Beware of them and of all the cameras set to trap incautious motorists. We stopped before the Gotthard, again , having been told that you must stop frequently when you are travelling with dogs…

We were right in the middle of the Alps this time and it was pleasantly cold. Past the Gotthard tunnel – full of Belgian cars – we enjoyed bordering the Luzern Lake (in the midst of a thunderstorm and still escorted by Team Bond). We finally reached Basel when we stopped again for lunch. I had food with my but I went inside the service station to see what else they had: very cute cakes, 7.50 Euros (6£) a slice! I therefore opted for my homemade “piadina” which was consumed under a tree. My neighbour , under the next tree, was a Swiss man with a wirehaired Dacshund. And then… in the blink of an eye, I was in France.

Between Dogs and Grouse – Originally Published in Sentieri di Caccia – November 2016

Disclaimer: This is the first of a series of articles I wrote for the Italian press. I wrote this article for Italian readers, this means that British people are not going to learn anything new from these pages and, whereas I did my best to be accurate, they may even find some inaccuracies. If so, please notify me.

I cannot tell when it all began. When I was a little child I used to refuse milk and kept begging for tea for tea to be put in my bottle, no wonder I could not sleep! At the age of four, I was given a Scottish kilt and a book on Queen Elizabeth, I still treasure both. At six, I began studying English and at 11 I asked for an English Setter. The setter came many years later, together with a master degree in British Literature. It was the Setter though, and not the books, that made me aware of the art of shooting over pointing dogs, of field trials and more. A mosaic tile, however, was still missing. I love the English Setter and I am sincerely happy that it is so popular in Italy (12.000 puppies were registered in 2015) but, at the same time, I have mixed feelings about how it is perceived, trained and bred by my fellow countrymen. The same happens when it comes to field trials. I have always felt there was something else, something hidden, something to be discovered. I was “feeling” rather than “thinking”, there was nothing rational about my perception. In July 2015, however, I had the opportunity to watch the Champion Stake and it gave me some little pieces of evidence that proved my emotional beliefs were right. I was not crazy, just a little odd, and there was a whole new world ready to be explored: British pointing dogs could be trained and used in a different way.
Once back home, I began training my dog according to what I saw. My training style was perceived by the Italians as “different” and more traditional, a very polite way to tell me it was outdated. The method I chose forced me to work hard but at a slow pace, I did not see any fruits until spring 2016. My original plan was very modest: I was going to use the British “enlightenment” to prepare Briony for Italian Field Trials, in the meantime I would have gone back to the UK to watch more trials and learn more. Things, however, took an unexpected twist which made me change my plans: in April the dog suddenly became very reliable and, one day, while I was driving back from the training grounds a light bulb went on: why not to go back with her and compete?

Only a few: shooting over pointing dogs
To better understand British Field Trials, it is useful to know something about indigenous wildlife management and about how pointing dogs are worked. The information you are about to read relate only to grouse and British pointing breeds, things for HPRs (Hunt Point Retrieve/Continental Pointing Dogs) are slightly different. People asked me about HPRs and grouse: there are grouse trials for them as well, but they take place during the shooting season. The only HPR I saw working on a moor was a GWP (German Wirehaired Pointer): she was fine, but I cannot get used to the sight of a HPR running in the heather. I know I am not going to be politically correct here but… these dogs look out of place! I am sure they can work grouse properly, but they do not belong to this world. The sight of an English Setter jumping fences with a fox in his mouth would trigger in me the same feelings. In Britain the interest in HPRs is increasing, and I am sure they would do very well on pheasant and other game.
Shooting over pointing dog, however, is fairly uncommon. Italian hunters are crazy about pointing dogs: the average hunter here owns one or more pointing dogs and leaves the house alone in the morning, a dog and a shotgun are his only company. They hope to bag a pheasant, a woodcock or maybe a hare: British people hunting in this manner (they call this rough shooting) are fairly scarce. Why? I do not know, maybe it does not belong to their tradition and perhaps the legislation discourages this. In the UK, the game belongs to the landowners (in Italy wild animals are considered a public good – we have private estates but 90% of hunting/shooting takes place on “common ground”) and to hunt on these grounds you need the landowner permission. Furthermore, most of the places in which you can find birds suitable to pointing dogs are private estates. Some of these estates accept paying clients, but can be selective on which customers to allow on their grounds: money is important, but proper game and land management are even more important and are therefore strictly regulated. Most of the estates offer shooting days (with beaters, pickers up and shooters), but are not organized to offer shooting days over pointing dogs. Before coming back to Italy last summer, I stopped in Kent and through a friend, I had the opportunity to run Briony on grounds belonging to a local estate. Well, she was the first English Setter who had put her paws on these grounds, they only offer formally organized shooting days with spaniels and retrievers. Scotland is slightly different, as some estates organize grouse shooting over pointing dogs, but the dogs at work are selected by the estate and professionally handled: it is uncommon to see shooters bringing their own dogs. I am not stating it cannot be done but, from what I could gather, gamekeepers allow only “safe” (well trained and obedient) dogs on their grounds. Italian shooters like to go abroad for hunting holidays with their dogs, I think British hunting tourism focuses more on men than on dogs.
How should a pointing dog behave to please the average British gamekeeper? The Brits want their dogs to be under control. A dog MUST be steady to flush, drop on command, obey orders and come back when recalled. These skills are vital if you run a dog on grounds rich in birds, rabbit, hare, sheep and maybe something else. Grouse are abundant, a whole covey can be scattered in a few square metres, followed closely by another one: a dog unsteady to flush, who likes chasing birds, would be a nightmare. Unfortunately, due to the lack of birds Italian dog lovers have to face, is very hard to train a dog to be biddable in these conditions. I eventually succeeded, but I spent one whole year working on obedience, it was incredibly demanding.

Grouse come first
Gamekeepers, those who rule on shooting grounds with absolute power, tend to be wary of dogs because… love their birds and want to protect them. Grouse are wild birds, they reproduce in wilderness and cannot be artificially reared. Their life cycle is intimately linked to climate and grounds. In spring the gamekeepers are busy counting adults birds which are going to mate. Difficult weather conditions in the spring can hinder the counts and, most of all, decimate births. Winter 2015, for example, was fairly mild but spring 2016 brought snow and much rain: these conditions negatively affected the newborns. Each moor is being cared by a group of gamekeepers: they pay attention to pest management; organize sheep presence; plan heather burning and more. A newcomer might think that moors naturally look like the way they do they but, in reality, moors are not so different from gardens and their features are the results of proper care. Small details can make a difference: an estate that was infested by ticks (Ixodes ricinus ticks, those that carry Lyme Disease) minimized its problem through sheep. Sheep were sent grazing on the infested areas, they picked up the ticks which later died thank to the products applied on the sheep. Removing, or at least reducing tick presence, on the moor is important as these arthropods they can infect grouse with deadly diseases.
In the spring, as already mentioned, producer birds are counted and in the summer other counts are carried out to assess the number of young birds: estates need to know the number of birds to plan the shooting season. Pointing dogs are often used to count birds, some estates also take in account “presence signs” such as grouse faeces and so on. Only biddable dogs are used for counting, they are trustworthy dogs, handled by trustworthy handlers. Some counts are very formal and demanding, therefore the handlers get paid; other estates have a more laidback approach and accept volunteers: they are given specific area to work on, but the counting schedule is less tight and more flexible. Dog lovers are really happy to go counting as this allows them to train the dogs and let them gain more experience on grouse. Sometimes handlers work in team with gamekeepers who take note of the birds found, placing them on the estate map. Some other times the dog handler has to do everything by himself but, in both cases, grouse counting is taken extremely seriously. Dog handlers can sometimes take other people with them, but they are deemed responsible for their friends (and their dogs!) behaviour. I am very happy to be able to write that Briony and I were allowed to go counting! It was an honour and a dream coming true. My first count took place at Muggleswick Estate, with Steve Robinson, who breeds and handles Irish Setters, supervising me. In the morning I followed him while he was handling his Irish Setters. Briony was kept on lead so that she could become familiar with grouse (she had never met any before) in a safe setting: as grouse always come first, we had to be sure she would not grab any young chicks. After hours of good behaviour, in the afternoon, she was allowed to work off lead cooperating with some new dogs. There were Steve Robinson Irish Setters, some Pointers owned by Terry Harris, Maria Jacques and Roy Heath; a Gordon Setter owned by Nicky Harris and, finally, a smart English Setter pup handled by John Naylor. I have to admit that these people were trusting my dog more than I was doing. It was nice feeling, they made me feel welcome and accepted. Briony did well, she was very gentle and careful with birds and thanks to this I was allowed to go counting again! On the following days, indeed, Terry Harris, a reputable Pointer and Gordon trainer, took us to Eggleston Estate and carefully monitored our work. There were his Pointers and his Gordons with us and sometimes some English Setters belonging to Dennis Longworth, Anne Maddison and John Naylor. Dennis Longworth, despite being “already” 83, is in wonderful shape and has a very sharp mind: he spent his life with pointing dogs and loves English Setters. It is a real pleasure to listen to his tales, opinions and advice. As said earlier, gamekeepers are really concerned about dogs behaviour during the counts and Terry Harris guaranteed for us: if a dog misbehaves during a count (or even during a trial) it could be banned forever from a specific ground! Things for us were going well and I was invited to go counting in Scotland too but, unfortunately, a kennel cough epidemic made this great opportunity vanish. Nevertheless, two gamekeepers, Brian at Dorback Estate and Craigh at Tollishill Estate kindly allowed me to train on their grounds sending me to the best “places”. Brian even spent a couple of hours with me in the rain enjoying working with Briony… she seemed to like him more than me!

If you have read the whole article, it should be now very clear that grouse come first and that its preciousness makes gamekeepers wary about “unknown” dogs. Nowadays it is easy to travel to UK with your dog, all you need is the rabies vaccines and a de-worming treatment against echinococcus, any dogs can go to Britain but only a few, perfectly trained ones, can be allowed on a moor. Someone might be tempted to go there and work the dog on grouse in disguise, without asking permissions. I would not do that, it would be dishonest, rude and you could be – rightly so – considered a poacher. Estates need grouse count to assess the quality of game management and decide how to organize the shooting season. Whereas shooting days might be booked in great advance (years!), the final decisions on the numbers of shooting days and on the number of birds that might be shot, will be made at the end of the counts. In 2015, some estates partly cancelled their season and I am not sure about what happened in 2016, I was told that some estates in the Scottish Highlands apparently had less birds than they were supposed to have. Grouse shooting is the result of careful planning and safeguarding the species is the priority. Mismanaging grouse can compromise both the bird and the estate survival. In Scotland and Northern England grouse are very important: they play a big role in local culture and economy. All the people involved in grouse management love this bird and the grouse plays a big role in rural economy. I think I love grouse too, and I know that what I am going to say cannot be considered “romantic” but grouse are money. Moors, as a natural environment, can exist thanks to grouse and the same can be said about estates. Look at those barren landscapes covered with heather, you cannot grow any crops there. Think about these wide open spaces located in very rural areas of the country and imagine what could happen if there were no grouse. Grouse shooting brings money to these areas and creates jobs; grouse shooting finances moor management and supports biodiversity, these would not be possible without the money earned through grouse shooting. For more information check the website http://www.giftofgrouse.com/

The second article of this series, about British field trials, the Puppy Derby and the Champion Stake cane be read here.

Still curious about British trials? Check the section A Month on the Moor or click here.

Slideshow below:

Dopo aver raccontato l’Italia (qui), come funzionano le cose in UK? Come ci iscrive ad una prova? Per prima cosa, se non abitata là e se il vostro cane non è registrato presso il Kennel Club occorre che andiate sul sito di questo ente cinofilo e facciate richiesta di un numero ATC (Autorizzazione a Competere). Potete scegliere tra due opzioni, acquistare solo il numero, o registrare contestualmente il microchip del vostro cane presso il database Petlog. La seconda opzione è più costosa ma migliore, in caso il cane dovesse smarrirsi sarà più facile ritrovarlo. Una volta ricevuto il numero ATC (possono volerci anche tre settimane), potrete iniziare a iscrivere il cane alle prove.

Non so dirvi come funzionino le cose per i cani da ferma continentali, essi hanno un calendario diverso, per le razze da ferma inglesi, invece, le prove si svolgono solo in alcuni periodi dell’anno. Ci sono due settimane su grouse alla fine di marzo; una su starne ad aprile; circa un mese su grouse in estate (metà luglio/metà agosto) e, infine, una settimana su starne a settembre. Il numero delle prove è pertanto estremamente limitato rispetto alle centinaia di prove che si corrono ogni anno in Italia. Il numero ridotto di trials rende più difficile prendervi parte. Una volta presa visione del calendario (stilato con moltissimi mesi di anticipo), occorre capire chi sono i club che organizzano e interagire con loro. Contattando il segretario si riceverà un modulo da compilare e ritornare insieme al pagamento entro la data di scadenza…  Eh… dall’estero può essere difficile pagare: i club accettano gli assegni ma dall’Italia è impossibile produrre un assegno in sterline, ma alcuni (non tutti i club), accettano di essere pagati in contanti alla prova o attraverso un bonifico. Sul modulo da compilare dovete inserire il nome del cane, dei genitori, l’allevatore, il proprietario, il conduttore, la razza eccetera. È importante precisare se il cane ha mai ottenuto qualifiche in prove di lavoro britanniche, questo gli consentirà di accedere con più facilità alla Classe Open (Libera). Le prove inglesi prevedono tre categorie: Puppy, Novice e Open. La Puppy (Cuccioli) è riservata ai cani che non hanno ancora compiuto due anni che non si siano mai qualificati; la Novice (Novizi) per cani di qualsiasi età che non si sono mai classificati al primo o al secondo posto in una Novice; la Open…. è obbligatoria per chi invece ci è riuscito! I regolamenti applicati sono gli stessi per tutte le classi, ma i giudici possono essere un po’ più “gentili” nei confronti dei cani che corrono in Novice e in Puppy.

Quindi, è difficile per un cane estero partecipare a una prova e, più nello specifico, accedere a una Open Stake? Dipende dalla prova e dal periodo dell’anno: le prove nel Nord della Scozia e quelle corse a Marzo sono in genere meno affollate. E’ più facile entrare in una Puppy o in una Novice? Sebbene la Open sia aperta a tutti, questa è l’unica classe a cui i cani già premiati possono accedere, pertanto essi hanno la priorità. Dobbiamo ricordare che ogni batteria comprende al massimo 40 cani e che ogni prova è composta da SOLO una batteria. I cani in eccesso vengono considerati “riserve” e finiscono in lista d’attesa, se non riescono a correre verranno loro resi i soldi dell’iscrizione. Avere delle qualifiche alle spalle e essere membri del club organizzatore offre più possibilità di partecipare, i membri del club hanno la priorità.

After discussing Italy here, what about the United Kingdom? How do you enter a trial? First of all, if you do not live in the UK and your dog is not registered with their Kennel Club, you have to go through the Kennel Club website and fill out an application form to get an ATC (Authorization to Compete) number. You can choose between two options: getting an ATC number alone; getting an ATC number and register your dog microchip number at Petlog. This second option is more expensive, but worth: if your dog get lost, having his microchip been registered in the Petlog database, would make a reunion easier. Once you have an ATC number, you can formally enter the dog in trials. Warning: the whole procedure might take up to three weeks.

I do not know how things work for HPRs (Continental Pointing Dogs,  but trials for British Pointing Breeds take place only during specific times of the year. There are two weeks on grouse in March; one week on partridge in April; almost a month on grouse (mid July/mid August) and, finally one more week on partridge in September. The total number of trials is therefore extremely limited, if compared to the number of trials taking place in Italy during a year (hundreds!) and makes getting a run quite complicated. With the calendar at hand, you have to find the contacts of the club organizing each trial, get a specific entry form, fill it out and return it to the club secretary before the deadline, together with the entry fees. The most complicated thing, for those abroad, is paying the fees in advance. All the clubs accept cheques but it is impossible to send a cheque in sterling from abroad, which makes things complicated for a foreigner. Some clubs accept foreigners to wire money through a bank, others are ok with you paying at the venue…

In the form you have to fill out you have to write the dog’s name and date of birth; his/her parents names; the breeder, the owner and the handler names and so on. You should not forget the breed and whether he has already gained any awards in British trials as this would allow him to enter the Open stake more easily. British trials have three option when it comes to stakes: Puppy; Novice and Open. Puppy Stakes are for dogs younger than 2 years who had never qualified; Novice Stake is for dogs of every age who have never won a 1^st or 2^nd place in a Novice Stake (or Puppy Stake) and Open Stakes are for those who did! To become a Field Trial Champion, a dog must win two Open Stakes. Field trial rules remain the same regardless of the stake, but judges can be “kinder” towards dogs who run in Puppy and Novice Stakes. Is it difficult for a foreign dog to enter a trial and, more specifically, run in an Open Stake? I think it depends on the trial and on the time of the year: whilst Open Stakes are Open to all dogs, the dogs who had qualified 1st or 2nd in Novice and Puppy Stakes are allowed to run only in Open, hence are given priority. Trials run in Northern Scotland are usually less crowded that those run in England and, I was told, March Trials are less popular. Are Puppy and Novice Stakes easier to get in? My experience is extremely limited, but I think they are. What we shall remember is that stakes usually accommodate a maximum of 40 dogs (and each trial has ONLY one stake, not three, four or more like in Italy), and the extra dogs become “reserves” (= they are placed on a waiting list). Reserves that cannot get a run will get their money back. Being member of the club organizing the trial and having had placements in the past proved more chances to get a run.

Still curious about British trials? Check the section A Month on the Moor or click here.

It seems easy but it is not! Let’s start from Italy.

How can you enter a trial in Italy? Well… You first have to find the trial. Trials are held almost daily in different part of the country, all year round but for spring and early summer (during this period there are still some trials on quail). To further complicate things, the ENCI (Italian Kennel Club) allows some Italian trials to be run abroad, in places such as Serbia, Poland and more. Anyway, let’s say you want to stick to Italy, all you have to do is go to the ENCI website and click on the section Manifestazioni e Eventi, pick a month and choose which kind of trial you are interested in. Grande Cerca (Grand Quete)? Caccia a Starne (Grey partridge)?  Classica o attitudinale a quaglie (different kind of trials on quail)? Selvaggina Naturale (wild birds)? Let’s say you’d go for Selvaggina Naturale, which are the most popular trials, which kind of birds do you want your dog to be graded on? Pheasant, partridge (red legged and grey) suit you, or do you want anything more specific such as woodcock, snipe or mountain birds? Once you have found something you like, click on it to get the details of those organizing and let the fun begin!

You call the number you have found: none answers because that office is supposed to be open only from 5 to 7 Pm on Thursday (even days), and on 10-11 Am on Friday (odd days). You then try the second listed number, just in case, and nothing happens, again.  Before giving up, you send an e-mail but, two days later,  you realize you have not got any answers. At this point you begin worrying and decide you start tracking “the secretary”  using informal channels, aka through common acquaintances. Once you obtain a cell phone number, and manage to speak to a human voice, he – the voice- (keep in mind all those involved with pointing dog trials in Italy are men)  will usually answer that it is ok, you can enter the dog and he will check your e-mail right away. Sometimes the voice will drop you a line to ask you if you are REALLY sure you want to own & handle the dog at the same time, as normally pointing dogs are handled by professional trainers at trials. Most often, however, your email will remain unanswered.  There are times you are not even given a number, the acquaintance just tells you to keep calm and that he will enter the dog for you…

When the morning of the trial comes, therefore,  you are not going to be sure whether you are expected to show up or not.  In such a world of uncertainty, however, nobody seems to be interested in your money,  entering a trial usually costs 30 Euros,  but I have never been asked to send any money in advance. Everybody is expected to pay in cash at the venue. Why this policy? I do not know exactly but, given the fact you are often allowed enter a trial until the day before it takes place, there would be simply no time to collect the money in advance. Also, most of the competitors are not familiar with computers and credit cards and our postal service is awful: none would send any banknotes in the mail and banks take commissions on cheques. Together with the money, you are supposed to bring with you the dog’s vaccination booklet stating he has been vaccinated against rabies; documents related to his microchip and the “libretto delle qualifiche” (results booklet). The “libretto delle qualifiche” is a special diary in which all the results obtained by the dog are written, show after show and trial after trial: it is compulsory for Italian owned dogs, foreigners can do without. Microchipping is compulsory and the dog’s identity might be checked at the end of the trial, a tattoo can be accepted for foreign dogs.

During trials, British pointing dogs are expected to run with a brace mate, snipe trials and some woodcock and mountain trials (plus the Puppy Derby) are the only exception. HPRs (continental pointing dogs), instead, run alone. Each trial is made up of multiple Open Stakes, the number of the stakes is decided upon the number of the dog entered, there are usually about 12 braces in a stake. It is perfectly normal to have 3 or 4 Open Stakes running simultaneously.  Stakes for younger dogs or for females only (Oaks) are very rare, but can take place sometimes, Novice stakes do not exist. Normally CAC trials are judged by one judge, while trials in which a CACIT is awarded require two judges. Each dog is expected to run for 15 minutes (if he does not make any eliminating mistakes…) and can be asked to have a second round, but a second round is not compulsory to be graded.  Mistakes made during the first minute of the run are not taken into account.

When it comes to trials, great flexibility is required: you cannot enter a trial with great advance because dates might be changed, for different reasons: sometimes local governments postpone, or deny, the authorization to run on public grounds; some other times the farmer “forgets” to cut the crops, or maybe snow and floods force to cancel an event. This is why you should check the ENCI website constantly…. I sadly have to admit that in Italy it is almost impossible to program anything (not just trials) with great advance, because something MIGHT happen and is likely to happen. It is not unusual for an event date to change, it keeps happening with my university exams with dates changing last minute;  trains are never on time and sometimes they never show up and workers can go on strike at any moment.  While I do not like this lifestyle, I try to  see the good in the bad,  Italians are often capable to invent last minute solutions and make everybody happy.

Ps. Things might sound a little vague and confusing but people are usually very welcoming and helpful. They really do their best to help novices and foreigners.

Why not? Do you see any alternatives? I invited the moor to move nearby, but it refused. If I wanted the moor, I had to drag myself into a car and drive northwards, exactly like Mohammed did with the mountain. I had no choices: flying with a dog- and her, well our, baggage- was not convenient, furthermore, once there I would have had to rent a car which was not going to be cheap.  People tried all sort of tactics to make me change my mind. It is going to be a long journey, there will be dangers on the way,  and so and so. It is funny when Italians (with my father leading the troop) start thinking that all serial killers, all terrorists and all natural disasters  are located past the Alps!

I was surprisingly relaxed about driving all the way there, and confident that nothing bad was going to happen: my grandmother’s name was England (Inglesina) she used to love me, England (the nation) was going to be equally kind.  In the worst case  scenario, I would have escaped  from the awful Italian summer heat.

Yes but, alone? And why alone? The idea of having someone to share the journey with was tempting, but could I find anybody suitable? I did not want to deal with the “pale woman burden” (quoting Rudyard Kipling), aka some wimp complaining about everything. and I was not sure my travel plan would have suited the average person. What if the average person would not have enjoyed the moors, the weather, the trials? Going trialing in the UK for a month was the equivalent of taking a leap of faith,  it was not fair to ask anyone to jump from a cliff into the unknown with me.

The scariest thing was probably the length of the journey, in kilometers (or miles, if you prefer). I knew I was going to have a blind date with British trials, but my whole “academic” career had been like that, having been always sent – and for years, not months! – from a very unknown school to another.  When I was eight,  as we moved to a different house and I was forced to move to a different school, I did not know anybody there, and I never managed to like it but, in the end, I survived. When high school (junior high) time came, I could choose whether to attend the local one, where everybody else was going, or pick an unknown, more difficult and more prestigious one.  The local school had a bad reputation and my demanding parents simply told me that, I should not make my choices following the mainstream, but learn choose what was best for me and stick to it, even if I had to do it alone… The same happened with  senior high school (raise the hand who wants to go to a difficult one!), and with the university later:  most of my friends were going to engineering, computer science and economics whilst I, unable to pick my first choice (veterinary medicine), was going to major in British Literature.  It might sound easy, but it was not:  each time, however, it became a little  easier and it strengthen me enough to accept and scholarship and fly to Massachusetts all alone.

A month alone in England (and Scotland) could not scare me, trials were waiting and no good opportunity is meant to be missed!

The journey continues here.

Perché non dovrei? Vedete delle alternative? Ho invitato il moor a traslocare vicino a me ma si è rifiutato. Se volevo il moor, dovevo saltare in macchina e guidare verso nord, ricordate la storia di Maometto e della montagna? Non c’erano altri metodi: volare con un cane – e relativi bagagli – non sarebbe stato pratico e, comunque, una volta atterrate avremmo dovuto noleggiare un’auto, mossa decisamente poco economica. Le persone, nel frattempo, si davano da fare per farmi cambiare idea: è un viaggio lungo, può succedere di tutto eccetera eccetera. È divertente vedere gli italiani (con mio padre a capo della truppa) pensare che tutti i serial killer, tutti i terroristi e tutti i disastri naturali siano localizzati al di là delle Alpi.

Io però ero tranquilla, non sarebbe accaduto nulla di brutto: mia nonna materna si chiamava Inglesina e mi ha sempre volute bene, l’Inghilterra sarebbe stata altrettanto gentile. Nella peggiore delle ipotesi mi sarei risparmiata una buona dose di italica calura estiva.
Ok ma da sola? E perché vai da sola? L’idea di viaggiare con qualcuno può essere allettante ma, conoscevo qualcuno idoneo? Temevo di trovarmi alle prese con il “fardello della donna pallida”, citando Rudyard Kipling, ovvero dover sopportare qualche imbranato pronto a lamentarsi di tutto. Non sapevo nemmeno a cosa stavo andando incontro, e non mi sentivo affatto certa che i miei piani fossero adatti all’individuo medio. Mettiamo caso che alla persona non fossero piaciuti i moor, il tempo e le prove? Partire per un mese di prove in UK era un salto nel buio, fatto con la speranza di non cascare , non sarebbe stato corretto chiedere a qualcuno di saltare con me da una scogliera verso l’ignoto.
La cosa più inquietante era la lunghezza del viaggio, in chilometri, l’appuntamento al buio con i field trials mi preoccupava decisamente meno. Tutta la mia carriera accademica era stato un susseguirsi di appuntamenti al buio: quando frequentavo le elementari, a causa di un trasloco, sono stata deportata da una scuola ad un’altra – in cui non conoscevo nessuno. Alle medie, stessa cosa: potevo scegliere se andare alla scuola locale o in un’altra, ritenuta migliore. Nell’altra scuola sarei andata sola, senza conoscere nessuno, ma i miei genitori mi dissero che dovevo scegliere ciò che era meglio per me, non seguire la massa, anche a costo di andare da sola. Le superiori? Uguale! Liceo scientifico sperimentale, sfido che nessuno volesse venirci! E l’università? I superstiti sono andati quasi tutti ad ingegneria, io a lingue, ripiego per non poter andare a veterinaria. Detta così potrebbe sembrare semplice ma non lo è stata, ogni volta però, affrontare l’ignoto era un po’ meno preoccupante e mi ha rafforzato al punto da accettare una borsa di studio in Massachusetts, dove sarei andata da sola.
Un mese a spasso tra Inghilterra e Scozia non poteva certo spaventarmi, le prove aspettavano e… nessuna buona opportunità deve essere lasciata scappare!

Il viaggio continua qui

Attenzione, questo è un articolo criceto.

Che diavolo è un articolo criceto? È uno di quegli articoli che inizia a correre nella testa dell’autore come fanno i criceti sulle loro ruote. Gli articoli criceto vogliono essere raccontati e diventano impazienti quando gli tocca aspettare. Il mio criceto corre da un mese, è giunto il momento di accontentarlo. La creaturina vuole che scriva sull’anello mancante, e cioè sul moor. Quelli che mi conoscono personalmente, o che sono da tempo in contatto con me, sanno che sono un po’ strana e che convivo tranquillamente con le mie peculiarità. Però, a volte, mi sento fuori posto, come se mancasse qualcosa.

Parlando di setter inglesi, razza nei confronti della quale provo una grande devozione, mancava un pezzo del puzzle e ci sono voluti 16 anni dal mio primo setter per trovarlo. Gli adulti strani, in maggioranza, sono stati bambini strani, non faccio eccezione. Quando ancora gattonavo, non ne volevo sapere di bere latte, il mio biberon era pieno di té, per forza che poi non dormivo. A quattro anni, le maestre d’asilo hanno chiamato a colloquio i miei genitori. Erano preoccupate perché usavo troppo viola nei disegni. I miei genitori non seppero fornire una spiegazione e nemmeno io so darla, del resto sono nota al colorificio locale per essere quella che ordina un violetto erica/malva da mettere sulle pareti! A cinque anni, a colazione, mangiavo pancakes e tè, i bambini normali caffè latte con biscotti. Nello stesso periodo mi fu regalato un libro sui 25 anni di regno della Regina Elisabetta, ce l’ho ancora, gelosamente conservato nella mia biblioteca. L’anno successivo ho chiesto di essere iscritta a un corso extra di lingua inglese e, grazie al mio libro di testo, ho appreso chele case britanniche messe in vendita avevano ragni giganti nelle vasche da bagno. E, infine, a dieci anni, ero assolutamente convinta di aver “bisogno” di un setter inglese da lavoro. I miei genitori la pensavano diversamente.

Anni dopo ne ho finalmente avuto uno, ho iniziato a portarlo a caccia e a partecipare come spettatrice alle prove di lavoro. Qualcosa, tuttavia, mancava. Mi divertivo in campagna e continuavo a cercare di informarmi, leggevo, chiedevo, seguivo giudici e cacciatore più esperti ma qualcosa che non riuscivo a definire continuava a mancare. L’unica cosa che riuscivo a capire è che amavo alcuni terreni più di altri. Potrei menzionare Villa Alta a Ruino; Costa del Vento o Costa Pelata a Montalto – tutte in Appennino e tutte, ironicamente, – l’avrei scoperto dopo – abbastanza somiglianti ad un moor. Altri posti mi suonavano insignificanti. Gli italiani dicono che le razze inglesi hanno bisogno di spazio e giustificano gli estremi della Grande Cerca asserendo che queste razze sono nate per cacciare sui moors. I miei connazionali trovano perfettamente normale che un setter salti da una valle all’altra (e sia monitorato nell’impresa con un GPS) perché, dopotutto, è nato per il moor. I pointer possono spaziare anche di più, due o tre valli sono il numero ideale. Non h mai creduto del tutto a questa teoria, ma ho tenuto questa convinzione per me. Forse avevano ragione ma mi sembrava si cercasse di infilare un piede nella scarpa sbagliata.

Dopo tutto i setter lanciati in ampie distese pianeggianti, nei boschi o tra i roveti se la cavano piuttosto bene, la razza è sicuramente versatile e adattabile. Il mio istinto, tuttavia, continuava a dirmi che qualcosa era fuori posto. Nei miei libri e sulle mie pareti c’erano vecchie fotografie di cani sul moor ma erano in bianco e nero, non riuscivo a comprendere i colori. Nel 2008 ho acquistato alcune britanniche: il moor risplendeva in violetto! Non era solo l’erica, il cielo e la luce erano in differenti gradazioni del viola, tutta l’atmosfera era violetto! Era magico, incredibile, credevo avessero ritoccato i colori con Photoshop, a volte riesco ad essere abbastanza ingenua!

Nel 2015 sono andata su un moor per la prima volta, e tutto era incredibilmente famigliare e “normale”. I cani in corsa sul moor si inserivano perfettamente nel contesto: grouse, erica e cieli color lavanda sembravano fatti su misura per loro. Non appena ho lasciato il moor, ho iniziato a sentirne la mancanza. Sentivo di dover tornare, viverlo, capirlo. Un anno dopo, gli stessi cieli color lavanda mi guardavano dall’alto, io rispondevo con un sorriso. Ho passato un mese tra l’erica, tra le grouse, tra I cani da ferma e tutto è andato a posto: iI setter apparteneva al moor, o viceversa; le grouse gli si addicevano perfettamente e l’erica li aiutava nel lavoro, anche il tempo era splendido! Beh, il tempo sui moors è di rado splendido se lo si valuta con parametri da umani ma… se immaginate di essere un cane, il tempo è perfetto! È freddo abbastanza, ventoso abbastanza, umido abbastanza. Ero talmente abituata ad essere spazzata via dal vento da sentirne la mancanza. Ero (e resto) talmente innamorata del moor che ho condiviso subito con entusiasmo le fotografie con amici italiani. Alcune loro reazioni mi hanno sorpreso. Un amico, in particolare, si è accorto che mancavano gli alberi, li trovava luoghi molto spogli. In effetti non mi ero mai accorta che mancassero gli alberi e questo, probabilmente, è accaduto perché non li considero affatto spogli. Al contrario, sono pieni di doni, bisogna solo essere sensibili abbastanza per accorgersene. Non mi servono i boschi per dare la caccia alla beccaccia, non mi strega. So che è il selvatico preferito dai setteristi italiani e la trovo un animale affascinante ma non posso affermare di amarla. La grouse è diversa ed è una grande maestra, severa e paziente allo stesso tempo, probabilmente uno dei migliori selvatici su cui preparare i cani da ferma. Inoltre non considero i boschi un terreno ideale per il setter inglese: alberi e foglie nascondono il lavoro del cane, l’erica invece, nasconde le grouse ma lascia il cane sul palcoscenico.

Il moor è uno spazio sacro in in cui solo i cani ben educati sono ammessi: sul moor si addestra, si compete in prove di lavoro, si va a caccia. Per ora ho vissuto solo le prime due attività e continuerò a scriverci su, quello che posso dire, in breve è che i field trials sono differenti dalle nostre prove di lavoro. Non sono qui per affermare che siano migliori o peggiori, non riesco nemmeno a spiegare bene come le consideri, riesco solo a dire che, nella loro diversità, le trovo normalissime e… mi hanno persino dato ragione! Moor, grouse & trials insegnano ai cani di allargare, ma mi allargare “il giusto”, che è diverso dall’ “allargare follemente”. I terreni aperti sono tentatori, ma un cane intelligente e addestrato all’inglese aprirà quanto gli potrebbe essere consentito in una tradizionale – GPS free – giornata di caccia. Essendo stata la caccia la prima attività intrapresa con il cane da ferma, non posso che concordare. Forse un giorno parteciperò a una giornata di caccia alla grouse e così saranno messi i tocchi finali al quadro: setter inglesi, erica viola, profumo di polvere da sparo e cieli color lavanda.

Warning, this is a hamster article. What???

A hamster article is one of those articles that starts running into the writers’s mind, exactly as a hamster would do on its wheel. Hamster articles want to be told and can get impatient. My hamster has been running for more than a month, it is time to make it happy. The little critter wants me to write about the Missing Link, or  rather,  about the Moor. Those who know me personally, or have been in touch with me for a while, have probably already realized that I am a little weird, and that I am completely at ease with this trait. But, sometimes, I do feel out of place or as if something was missing.

Speaking of English Setters, which I am deeply devoted to, a puzzle piece was missing, it took  me 16 years since my first setter to find it. Most weird adults had been weird children, I am not exception: as toddler, I absolutely refused milk and my feeding bottle used to contain tea, no wonder I could not sleep. When I was four, the kindergarten teachers called my parents, they were alarmed because I used too much purple and violet in my drawings. My parents could not give any rational explanations, nor I can’t being still known by the paint shop as the lady who orders custom made mauve/heather for her walls. At five, I used to have tea and potato pancakes for breakfast, normal Italian children were fed coffee-latte with biscuits. I think it was also the time I was given a booklet on Queen Elizabeth 25^th Silver Jubilee, I kept it like a treasure and it is still on my bookshelf. One year later, I joined an extra-curricular English language class, and discovered through my textbook, that British houses for sale have bathtubs full of giant spiders. And, finally, at ten, I was absolutely convinced that I “needed” a working English Setter, my parents not so.

Years later, I eventually got one and I began shooting over pointing dogs and attending field trials. Something, however, was missing. I enjoyed my time in the countryside, I kept reading, asking and following judges and more experienced hunters to learn more, but something I could not define was still missing. All that I knew was that I loved some shooting grounds more than others. I could mention Villa Alta in Ruino; Costa del Vento and Costa Pelata in Montalto – all of them in the Apennines and all of them, ironically – I would have discovered later – pretty moor-like. Other places were simply dull. Italians believe British pointing dogs need space, and justify “grand quete” and its extremes, on the premise that these dogs were born for the moors. My fellow countrymen think that is perfectly fine for an English Setter to run from a valley to another (while being tracked with a GPS collar) because it was created to run on moors. Pointers are allowed to run even wider, two or three valleys might be fine. I did not buy into this theory entirely, but I managed to keep my thoughts for myself.  Maybe they were right but, to me, it was like they were trying to fit a foot in the wrong shoe.

Setters running in wide open plains, setters used in woods, or among briars and bushes, were doing well, proving to be a quite versatile and adaptable breed but, my gut feelings kept telling me something was still out of place. I had old pictures of setters on the moor in my books and on my walls, they were black and white pictures and I could not figure out the colours. In 2008, at the CLA Gamefair, I purchased the GWT (Gamekeepers Welfare Trust) Ladies & Gamekeepers Calendar: the moor was shining in purple! It was not just the heather: the sky and the light were coming in different shades of violet, the whole atmosphere was purple! It was so surreal, so magic! I though the colours had been recreated using Photoshop. I can be pretty naïve sometimes!

In 2015 went on a moor for the first time and everything felt incredibly familiar and normal. The dogs running on the moor were fitting perfectly in the picture: grouse, heather and lavender skies seemed to have been tailored for them. As soon as I left the moor, I missed it: I felt I had to go back, live it, understand it. One year later, those purple skies were watching me from above, I was smiling back at them. I spent a month among heather, among grouse, among British pointing dogs: everything fell into place, my English Setter, who was there, can confirm. Setters belonged to the moor, or viceversa; grouse suited the dogs perfectly; heather supported their job and weather was great! Well, weather on the moor is hardly great, if we evaluate it according to human standards, but if you are a dog that is a great weather! It is cold enough, windy enough, wet enough. I got so used to being blown away by the wind that I seriously miss it!

I was (and I am) so in love with the moor that I enthusiastically shared pictures with my Italian friends whose mixed reactions surprised me. One, in particular, noticed that the moors are lacking of trees, they are barren he stated. I never noticed there are no trees, this probably happened because I do not consider moors to be barren. On the contrary, they are full of wonderful gifts, you just have to be sensitive enough to recognize them. I do not need woods, woodcock do not bewitch me: Italians love shooting woodock over English Setters, they are fascinating birds, but I cannot honestly claim I love them. Grouse are different and they are great teachers,  both challenging and patient, I think they are probably one of the best birds for training pointing dogs. Also, I do not consider woods to bethe ideal ground for an ES: trees and leaves prevent you from seeing the dog work, heather instead, while hiding grouse, leaves the dog under the spotlights.

The moor is a sacred space and only well behaved dogs are welcome: moors are for training, trialling and shooting. Up to now I have experienced only the first two activities and I I will keep writing on them, what I can say, briefly, is that trialling in the UK is different. I am not here to claim it is better (or worse) and I cannot find a proper word to define my feelings towards it, but, in its being different it seems incredibly normal to me and… it proved me right! Moor, grouse & trials teach the dogs to range wide but “properly wide” which differs from “nonsense wide”. The ground openness might be tempting, but a smart pointing dog, trained the British way, will run as wide as it would be allowed to do during a traditional – GPS free -shooting day. Being shooting the first gundog related activity I got involved in, I cannot but agree. Maybe one day I will witness grouse shooting, this will put the finishing touches to the painting: English Setter, purple heather, gunpowder smell and lavender skies.

Still curious about British trials? Check the section A Month on the Moor or click here.