"There never was a dog like Algonquin." ~ Dion Henderson
My late father was a dog lover whose initials were APC. Albert Paul Casteleyn would have been proud to have any dog named after him, let alone a dog of Al’s caliber.
When you first met Al, it quickly became evident that his presence commanded attention. His confidence and picturesque conformation put him one notch above the rest, or so he thought.
Al’s talents were overabundant. When hunting behind him, I was awestruck by his tremendous speed and exuberance. There was no low-gear for Al; it was all or nothing. Although Al sometimes needed to huddle for a pep talk about what I liked to call "teamwork," his overpowering prey drive made him persevere when other dogs would have long before called it a day.
Algonquin proved to be my most dependable dog for bagging ruffed grouse. When most dogs would be caught off-guard with a flush, Al would instead be pointing from a great distance, partly due to his outstanding nose but mostly because he quickly developed an uncanny knack for handling these wily birds.
Written by Algonquin’s owner, Brian Casteleyn of Hudson, WI