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Bruno Beausenkamp: Outdoor Wonderdog

Tuesday, 27 October 2009 04:28 administrator
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brunoclip2.jpgTo many, Bruno Bartholder Beausenkamp is a dog of legend (this is particularly true of Bruno himself). On one hand experienced outdoor's dog and on the other, a dog on a personal quest for all there is to know about the outdoors. An enigma, as it were.

As far back as he can remember Bruno has had an intense yearning for the great outdoors. He has been through the entire Canine Scouting program from Whelpscout to Dog Scouts receiving his Golden Hydrant at the tender age of two. He graduated Rin-Tin-Tin Vocational High School and went on to attend Chipper State Canine Community College where he graduated with his class with a Canine of Arts degree in Technical Odor Indentification with a minor in Botanical Irrigational Science. One of his favorite classes was "Smelling Out Live Trout 101-102", a class made famous by it's high mortality rate among students.

brunoport.jpgJoining the Sporting Adventures Team as a charter member in July of 1995 Bruno jumped in with all four paws, is in the office semi-daily and has been an incredible asset to the entire Spav.com concept (or so he tells us). One particular area in which there is no doubt as to his expertise is the area of Photo-opportunity. As you can see scrolling through the entire Sporting Adventures Web Site he seems to have the uncanny ability to be where the lens is pointed.

He is enjoying his new life as an icon, mascot and inspiration to us all, for as his mother once said;
 

The Hooker Hooked

Saturday, 03 October 2009 01:14 administrator
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zerncover.gifI caught my first trout at the age of five, from a mountain brook that flowed into the Cheat River in West Virginia not far from our summer cottage, using a piece of white wrapping - string tied to a stick and a small safety pin on which I had impaled a cricket. It was a splendid brook trout, at least five inches long and beautifully formed and colored, and it fought fiercely, or would have if it hadn't been derricked onto the pine - needled bank the instant it bit the cricket, but on the way home I stopped to watch a man shoot a rattlesnake that had crawled under the porch of his cabin, and lost the fish in my excitement.

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