by Steve Earley

As a young boy who read “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” I dreamed of such a life. No school, no pesky parents, adventure, living off the land, guns, hunting, fishing and a loyal companion. My boyhood was the complete opposite – growing up in the asphalt jungle of Los Angeles.
My friend and I dreamed of living in the country where we could roam, hunt and fish – and always be accompanied by our faithful hunting dogs. He longed to live in Texas. But, for me, it was a dream of living back in the woods of Maine where my parents were from with a Britany like my Uncle Donald once owned.
While mine was just a dream, an eight-year-old boy near Trenton, Utah, is living the dream life of every boy (and girl) who loves the outdoors and dogs. Monroe Riddle is the son of Joshua and Rebecca Riddle. He’s the oldest of four children – with siblings Carolina (6), Forest (4) and Matilda (1). Monroe’s father and grandfather are dog breeders and trainers.
They live in the county where they kennel about 30 dogs, raise pheasants and train springer spaniels and English cocker spaniels. Monroe’s there when puppies are born and pheasants are hunted, but there are two things that keep him from becoming another Huck Finn: his parents who insist he go to school and pesky Carolina who thinks she’s a cat when she gets mad at him “For no reason, of course,” he says. But those scratches do take a while to heal up.
For Monroe, his springer, Sharky, and his own 20-gauge over/under shotgun are the best things in life, and he puts both to good use each fall hunting pheasants, ruffed grouse, doves, rabbits and occasionally, waterfowl. He even runs Sharky in field trials, competing against seasoned owners and trainers. When not doing all of that, he helps his dad and grandpa with dog training by acting as a bird handler and shooter. All of this since he passed his hunter safety test at age six. The instructor said he was the youngest that he’d ever passed.
During the fall of 2022, he’d taken many great hunting trips with his loyal companion and dad. One hunting trip was for ruffed grouse. Sharky was hunting through the trees and got hot on a bird. He continued to track the bird up a little ravine into some thicker cover where he produced the bird. Monroe had a little gap between the pines and quaking aspens and let his shot fly. He was able to connect and brought the bird down. Sharky was sent on the retrieve and found it quickly.
During a pheasant hunt, he and his dad were pushing a slough where they’d seen indications of birds. It was a difficult year because of drought conditions, and they hadn’t had the same amount of success as in previous years. They’d been able to get a few roosters here and there, but in very tough conditions. In this area, they flushed a few hens so they knew there were at least a few birds there. His dad was able to start working up one end of the field and Monroe went a couple of hundred yards ahead to block the running birds. As they began to walk, a few hens started getting up. His dad’s dog, Ruckus, started getting hot and kicked up three hens and two roosters. His dad was able to knock one down and continue after getting it retrieved. Monroe started working towards his dad with Sharky and, suddenly, Sharky got hot and kicked out a rooster. Monroe was able to pull his gun up to his shoulder quickly and dumped the rooster with a head shot! He sent Sharky on the retrieve, making it the first rooster that he took where he was able to do it all on his own. From handling his dog to shooting a beautiful bird. He cracked his gun open, set it on the ground and gave his dog the praise that he deserved.
On another occasion, accompanying his dad and grandpa, Monroe was watching for grouse in a new area that they were scouting out. They were driving on a road, and it was a little rainy and cool. As they drove, Monroe spoke up that he had spotted a grouse in a tree. They didn’t know if he really had or if he just thought that he’d seen one. Grandpa proceeded to back the truck up and look into the tree where Monroe said that he’d seen a bird. Sure enough, standing on a limb about 15 feet in the air was a ruffed grouse. They proceeded to get the dogs out and go after it. Monroe was able to get the one in the tree and, as they pushed the trees, about a half dozen more got up. He was able to get one more out of that flock and it turned into a successful outing.
And those are just a few of the tales I can tell about this successful young hunter.
This past spring, Monroe was able to compete in multiple AKC licensed field trials. He ran Sharky all on his own in these competitions and did very well. Their connection’s a very special one and they both have a mutual respect plus a common goal. One specific event was extra special because he earned a third-place ribbon. During the event, he was called back to all three series and was able to put on quite a show. Sharky ran very well, listened to him and, as a team, they worked out six birds with multiple retrieves and just some all-around great dog and handler work. There were 23 participating dogs in the event and placing third was a very big accomplishment for anyone much less an eight-year-old with his dog.
Monroe is truly “living the dream” – a dream that any boy or girl would envy.
Steve Earley owns a small photography business called Dog Sports Photography. He’s based in Salt Lake City, Utah.





