In Search of the Missing: Working with Search and Rescue by Mick McCarthy
By Mick McCarthy
Well known as probably the most expert seek puppy handlers on either land and sea, Mick McCarthy has over two decades event of attempting to find lacking people. He has skilled first-hand the risks, thrills, tragedies, and triumphs of seek and rescue operations, which he has conducted on flood-swollen rivers, raging seas, via forest, bathroom land, and on treacherous mountains, frequently at nighttime. this can be the desirable tale of his canine, his lifestyles, and his adventures within the box, looking for lacking individuals. ""This tale of an strange activity for operating canine and their human running shoes good might motivate a brand new new release of search-and-rescue puppy handlers.""-Booklist ""[McCarthy] is brutally sincere while he describes how his obsession for seek and Rescue paintings took over and affected his own life.""-Library magazine
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Watch what happens next,’ he’d call to me. ’ On arriving back, Ger would saunter in through the gate, and, without a word from him, the dogs would scatter off home. My brother Dan was different. He hung around with dogs but had no understanding of them. When my father bought a Labrador he saw advertised in the paper, Dan started taking the dog for long walks. One scorching day, he took him into a field near a stream. He stayed there for hours basking in the sun and smoking his cigarettes, and because the dog was too hot, he began to growl over him.
At the same time, I also gathered music sheets going back to 1968 and music books as far back as 1966. On the front of each of them I carefully wrote my name and the date, a clear reminder to any borrower that they were mine and should be returned. While I was more than happy to share, I gave nothing away for keeps. I was an out-and-out hoarder and wanted all the pieces of the jigsaw in order, slotted together, fully intact. In later years, I changed from collecting music material to gathering doggy books, magazines, videos and DVDs – in fact, anything I could lay my hands on to increase my knowledge of dogs.
Somehow, it gave me a buzz. Each morning, Jessie walked me to school, along with my brothers and sisters. She would be waiting at the school door when we came out at lunch time, and again in the evening, to shepherd us safely home. In the village, I sometimes played with Tommy Maher and Martin Lynch – boys of my own age. But being shy and a loner at heart, I spent most of the time on my own. At home, we didn’t have a television. Staying inside and getting under Nana’s feet while my parents were out working was never an option.