Tino digs magnificent truffle at stumpy beech

He looks like a pointer,sheared like a lamb,its to early in the season but off we go to explore new hunting territory. Always watched these woods as I pass through the valley; last year returning back with truffles and dog, managed to stop and secure permission before the pheasants are released to walk the woods. Its always better hunting at home, ticks landscape they all seem happier and part of me. Iam up on the down land, checking clumps of beech , with nettles and suffolk sheep grazing freely underneath their boughs; we walk the ridge and I run Tino through the narrow strip of ; mostly beech crowning the ridge. I think it might be good come november when every english truffle is worth its weight in gold. I call Tino back to heal; this is all new language to him and sometimes it works. WE walk to the end just to see the view and Tino breaks heal making his way to the stumpy beech last in the line; something makes me leave him; he is now 30 yards away and its probably a rabbit and he bloody well left my side. Then he is furiously digging and I clamber over broken branches, he stands back , at first I think it's a truffle and then a stone; now I am on the ground, he a bloody genius, its enormous, but we were so far away when he first caught the scent. Mario you certainly do breed some extraordinary dogs, its not ripe , I still ate what I could tonight , I think the rain has rusted some of it. I know my knew truffle hunting friend is digging ripe fruit by the seaside but here we need more time