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Dealing and playing with youngsters (part 6) (04-12-23)

Dealing and playing with young (part 6)

And what happened? As he sat with his basket on the side of the road, he saw his second round come over, which he had released at home. "What the hell am I doing?" he thought. What he meant is clear. Healthy youngsters that are training fly much further away from home than we think. I myself have wasted a lot of time on useless trips in the past. I have moved away from that.

I'm making the jumps bigger now.  But on one condition.

  • By that article of v d H.
  • Because of the examples of untrained squeakers who were accidentally basketted and "just" came home.
  • Because of that day when I got some pigeons home injured. I lost a few, two were reported. Found under the wires, 30 km from home!

Those trips of 3, 5, 10 and 15 kilometers? If the birds fly home directly a pretty pointless affair if you ask me. I think you might as well put the pigeons in the basket and release them after a while in your own yard than to drive them such short distances.

Training in the direction of the race or from all directions? Maybe it doesn't make a difference, but I prefer the flight direction. Furthermore, intensive flying affects the moult. If you put some pigeons to rest in August and then compare their moulting process with loft mates that were raced intensively, you will notice the difference. If getting used to the basket, euphoria and slowing down the moult were the main benefits of training, you might as well do it from all directions. Then they also get used to the basket, they also fly. However, I do not dare. What is wisdom? In any case, good learning and frequent playing. ‘Rust roest’ the Dutch say. So odo not give them a rest too long. That youngsters have to "recuperate" is an outdated dogma that the new generation of hard racing fanciers has thrown overboard.

Sometimes people are blamed for training their pigeons frequently. In the spirit of "yes no wonder, I can do it that way too". These reproaches show little sense and even less civilization.
There are plenty of fanciers who train well and play badly, who illuminate or darken and play badly. There are even plenty of fanciers with good pigeons that race badly. Because they haven't come full circle. Training is only part of the circle, and training alone does not make you a champion. If you reproach fanciers for racing with well-trained pigeons or with youngsters in widowhood, it is not far to blame them for doing a lot for it. Incidentally, it is rarely good players who criticize good players.

As far as this criticism is concerned, for some obscure reason, it is mainly the star with youngsters that has to pay the price. People talk as if there were a kind of fifth column of which everyone would have the same "secret".
Do you know what I think? That the hegemony of the specialist will continue as long as the beaten do not realize that you also need good pigeons and have to be a fancier! Despite all the backbiting and the events in Belgium in the past! In fact, I don't think it's impossible that many less successful fanciers mess with drugs more than those guys who rattle them.
Especially people who also had years in which they performed well, but who are now doing less well, should know better. Then it went without drugs, didn't it? Maybe they should ask themselves if they still have the same pigeons. I know a lot of young bird specialists and their pigeons. This raises the question of whether there is such a thing as a species that ripens early, created by selection based on the result in the year of birth.

You pair your best youngsters with your best youngsters, the no-nonsense method, and the next year you have them again, youngsters that fly fast. The specialist leaves breeding from name pigeons to the competition. Too many are guided by the name. But what does it actually mean? Usually no more than the flag that has to cover the worthless load.
You have to have quality at all times. You really don't spray or drip it in, although some would have you believe so. When people say that good racing with youngsters has nothing to do with quality, that is something that can only make any specialist sad. Or maybe not! It can also make you feel safe. "Let them look where they will never find what they are looking for.’

Furthermore, a bit of logical thinking is never a bad thing. And logical thinking does not presuppose jumping to conclusions. Dripping, intensive training, illumination or darkening do not automatically lead to success, many have already had to experience to their disappointment. These things happen so massively nowadays that it is rather normal that a winning pigeon has been well trained, enlightened or darkened. If half of the basketed pigeons are red in colour, there is a good chance that the winner will also be a red one. Is that why you have to have red ones because they win easily? Not at all. In the 70's, the syringe of the Dutch veterinarian v d Brink was proverbial. Pigeons were injected so massively that it could hardly be otherwise. The winning pigeon was an injected pigeon. That was it, the needle, they thought at the time. Now it's not talked about anymore!

When it was still allowed, Limburger Kluten made no secret of the fact that he dripped the pigeons. He was really super, monkeys imitate monkeys and so the whole region started to drip. But Kluten was still the best. Flor Goris is said to have "taught the Belgians how to light". With an X number of calibre Watts he lifted the feathers of the youngsters, with the result that he had pigeons that also won in September.
And again the same thing happened: People followed him en masse and everywhere in the vicinity of his town Heist op den Berg the lights on the youngsters' lofts were lit until late at night. It only took a while, apparently this wasn't ‘it’.
Goris continued to wipe the floor with the competition. Because he had better pigeons, he was a fancier who had the circle round. You need good ones. At all times! For 100 and 1000 kilometres, for races with a headwind and tailwind, for racing with old birds and with youngsters. No matter what some may say.