A battle of the HPRs

“GERMAN shorthaired pointers are rubbish.” It was a statement made with an air of authority, but there was a twinkle in the eye of the man making the claim during a Norfolk pheasant shoot, revealing that this was a windup, phrased in a way that he knew would provoke a debate. It succeeded and, for the next 10 minutes, the arguments about the merits of the various HPR breeds flowed as freely as the sloe gin.

I listened with interest, but didn’t say a word — I followed the too slow, Brittanys too fast and, perhaps most damning of all, wirehaired vizslas were too easy to train. It was entertaining stuff.