Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire A good dog name for a golden retriever puppy?

Tucker....Neighbors will love it. 😎

Always liked Murphy or Shamus for male retrievers...

But named my current boys Buddy, Boots, and Buster...


Phil

Golden lab? pppffff it's obviously gotta be "Whiskey"

This whole thread is worthless without pictures.

I had an uncle that always named his dogs "DOG".

All of them...

Golden Hair . . . call him Trumpy or Donald .

Waylon

Rocket
Creed
Trojan

My grandfather took me goose and duck hunting on the Lissie Prairie (located on the Texas Gulf Coast) when I was a kid, every chance we had. We hunted with a great golden retriever named Roger. Roger was a natural and needed virtually no training. He was an adult when he was given to my grandfather and had never hunted. Nonetheless, his instincts bred into him made him a fabulous retriever.

He would lie beside us as the birds came in and stay down until we shot and told him fetch. Then he was off like a rocket and relentless in search for every bird. Roger loved to hunt. Some retrievers have trouble with wounded geese. A goose with a broken wing will beat the dickens out of a dog carrying him. It never seemed to bother Roger. I still have vivid memories of Roger bringing us big greater Canadian geese with broken wings whacking him in the face..

Sometimes, after our morning hunt, we would drive to areas where the birds would congregate in large flocks for their afternoon feeding. Hunters were not allowed to hunt in the afternoon on the properties we hunted. We would pull over and send Roger into the flocks to search out and retrieve cripples. It was a rare day when he didn't find at least one cripple and bring it to us - often it was two or three. Heck, we didn't need shotguns to hunt geese. All we needed was Roger. :-)

In the former Dallas Morning News writer's book 'Richard Morehead's Texas", Mr. Morehead recounts hunting with Roger and my grandfather. In one passage Mr. Morehead notes "...Roger never missed a duck or goose, and when a hunter did, one could read disgust on Roger's face even in dim light." Roger had occasion to give me that look more than once over the years I knew him.

Roger lived to be 15 years old and started retrieving birds in heaven on June 5, 1977. My grandfather re-united with Roger five years later at the age of 92. I miss them both each day.

T.S.

Spike, Fang, Cujo... it is a Golden Retriever after all

Splinter, he will get under your skin

Tonka

Doc doesn't sound like any command words like sit heel over back dead bird

I had a golden named Elvis! My next dog will be named Alias!!

Rusty

Sancho, after me ;-)

Arffie

The deed is done and "Sutter" won the name the dog prize. Tim was most appreciative for all the naming options that I gave him from our list.

"Shed" because thats what he is gonna do.

Sutter, I like it...

Phil