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The story of Lapphaugen's Moulin
Sunrise at Ocean Beach with Moulin in a frame from
the film "Instinct", shot in 2003 when she was nearly
two years old.
Moulin on Ocean Beach with Hayley in February 2002, shortly
after her arrival in New Zealand, just turning six months old.
I arrived in New Zealand in 1998 and soon struck a close friendship with the legendary Wingfield breeder Dr Leon
Mortensen. After several years focusing on English Pointers I wanted to return to English Setters. I started searching for
a strong English Setter bitch to import for breeding purposes. Leon was in the process of going into retirement and he
had great plans for the future, for his English Setter breeding and his wife Joy's English Pointer breeding. I couldn't
believe my luck. After having worked in a close and successful companionship with the Danish pointer breeder Jørgen
Andersen (kennel Agertoften), I had met a passionate and serious couple
down under with whom to continue my
enthusiastic work with bird dogs. Unfortunately, the cruel truth was that when Leon and I in partnership purchased
Moulin both he and Joy would only be alive for another two years.

Fair to say both Leon and I had a pretty deep insight into high performance English Setter pedigrees around the world.
Mine concentrated on Scandinavia and Continental Europe, while Leon's was on British and American lines as well as
Australasia and Scandinavia. I found one exceptional litter in Spain, which I was interested in, and two or three litters in
Scandinavia. Moulin's litter was to be born in Vesterålen in North Norway, a district nearby where I grew up myself and
which has produced many good bird dogs. It was to be the last litter sired by the Danish imported stud Kogtveds E
Philip. His father was the French top dog Cow Boy des Rives de l'Estrigon, one of the best setters I've seen (at the 1991
World Championship in Italy) and the mother was the Danish dual champion Kogtveds B. Penni, who I knew well.
Moulin's mother Lapphaugens E Evita had quite a bit of American blood, which made me hesitate a bit, but Leon
convinced me that it was the exact American blood lines worth getting. The litter was born on 13 August 2001 and
breeder Kjell A. Myhra had promised me I could have first choice of the bitches. Unfortunately, out of the six pups there
were only two bitches. A smaller white/black pup and a larger white/red pup. The funny thing is, my preference with
pointers is white/red but with setters white/black. However, from the pictures I was sent I was leaning towards the
white/red pup. Norwegian pointer man and close friend of mine, Geir B. Larssen (kennel Barentsvidda), travelled to
Vesterålen to have a look at the pups. His choice was also the strong looking white/red bitch pup.
Moulin and her litter sister.
Aged three months in Norway.
Aged ten months on her first NZ hunting trip.
In Early February 2002 Moulin started her long travel from North Norway, via Singapore, to Auckland in New Zealand.
I drove from Whangarei to collect her at the airport, accompanied by my then training & field trialling partner Noel Allen
(kennel Berryfield). I was anxious to find out how she had tackled the long flights and brief stop in a quarantine transit
kennel in Singapore. I can safely say, this is the kind of dog one would want for this kind of trips. She is possibly the dog
in the world who has travelled the furtherest. When I let her out of her travel cage she came out with head and tail high
and just looked ready to conquer the world. We stopped somewhere nearby from the airport to take her out of the car
and feed her. It was the first experience of an English Setter who simply wolfed down her food like a high-power vacuum
cleaner. This is the way she has always eaten her food. As with so much in her character, it's just no nonsense.
My choice of name came from a thought process of
her famous grand-sire Cow Boy being French. The
fact that the movie Moulin Rouge was released just
before she was born and my fondness of the district
around Moulin Rouge in Montmartre, Paris. Moulin
meaning mill, also illustrated how she would be the
foundation of what my kennel produced..

I brought the expensive and precious girl back to
Taurikura, Whangarei Heads where she joined her
kennel mate Wingfield Warrior. Leon had gifted me
Warrior as a pup in 1999. I nick-named him Quinn,
which was a setter name with strong traditions in NZ.
Moulin I nick-named Line (pronounced Leeneh) which
is a female name in Scandinavia, in honour of Jørgen
Andersen's Danish dual champion Lydehøjs Line. I
had many great experiences with that pointer in
Denmark and also did much of the training and
handling of her daughter Agertoften Isabella. My own
Line should turn out to have certain resemblances of
Agertoften Isabella. A funny thing as a side comment,
is that Isabella's Danish registration number is the
same as my phone extension number at work in NZ.
Early days, less than 1 year old, set on a hen pheasant.
Set on a pigeon, ten months old.
Set on a covey of brown quail above the Ruakaka surf.
A bit of a story behind this photo:
In Line's second proper hunting season, Craig
and I were hunting over her & Quinn in a pine
forest in Victoria Valley. We found her hard on
point underneath some old pines, looking like an
exact replica of her famous American ancestor
The Performer. Head high and tail @ 12 o'clock,
the only time I've seen her point like that. It
turned out a young cock pheasant was up in the
tree. We only saw it when it took off and I shot it.
The one thing which defined Line from start to finish was an incredible hunting passion, which meant a bit of a challenge
to shape her how I wanted her to work with me in various terrain. I know there were struggles to tame some of her
siblings in the Norwegian mountains. I had some concerns and made it clear to Leon that I would not want to build my
breeding on her if I couldn't trust her - if she was what I would perceive as "dishonest". However, it soon became clear to
me that she was so intensively focused on finding birds but that she responded positively every time I managed to "get
into her head when she was in her zone" - which almost seemed like her being in a trance. And when she got it, she got
it! For example, it literally took me only 5 minutes to teach her to stay still to flush & shot. It was one single, short training
session and it has stayed with her for life. Not bad for such a mentally strong and hunting mad dog!
The main challenge was having her running & ranging on my terms.
To only hunt within a certain area and not leave the district.. In her
early days hunting in the far north she was not far off covering the
ground from coast to coast! The sheer power she displayed in her
running could be frightening at times but gradually she settled and
understood that we were companions. From a breeding perspective
she was the perfect injection for any blood line needing a bit of a lift.
For me as a hunter, usually going all day from dawn to dusk with a
lot of ground to cover, she was as a big running setter exactly what I
desired. I would send her several hundred meters in a direction. If
there were birds, she would point and wait until I got there. If there
was nothing she would come flying back to me to check where I
wanted her to go next. I would often send her up steep cliffs where I
thought there would be birds. She would point way above me, often
in cover so that I couldn't see her. She would flush the birds from
wherever I called out to her and I would stand below ready to shoot.
This is something her daughter Bella also does to perfection for me.
The only time I can remember Line to have been sticky was on a
newly released pheasant in the snow at Bendigo Station in the
INSTINCT video. That was a situation with Quinn (who often was very
sticky, but not as insane as that situation at Bendigo). It's also the
one and only time both Quinn & Line were on a non-wild pheasant.
Line & Quinn at Bendigo Station, two months
before Line turned 2 years old.
Story continues on next page
A young Line in Quinn's kennel