Those of you on the board that know me will understand, and those I haven't met please bare with me. They say everyone gets one great dog, I think I just buried mine. I have other dogs coming up, but they won't be Moose. He got his name from the niece of the guy we bought him from, and kept it because it fit. He pointed and retrieved his first bird, a wild Iowa pheasant at 6 months. I don't remember if it was that year or the next I was scouting for a place to hunt and watched a hawk chase a rooster into a patch of switch grass the size of a pickup. I sent Moose in then I stepped in. First the bird ran over my feet then the puppy, finally old rooster had enough and I dumped him. I heard a splash. The bird was dead in the middle of a duck boat launch channel. He jumped into the water after the water was over my boots and had drug the bird most of the way out with a stick. Once we had 5 roosters down in shoulder high grass, he found them all. I went to stand by the first one down to help mark it.That was the last bird he got, and I marked it so well I was almost standing on it. When he picked it up the look was " You can't even get the easy ones?" He had a sense of humor to, we went to ND for sharpies. We flused some on the top of the hill, got one, moved downhill, he pointed and I had 2. Kept going down hill pointed again. All right here comes a limit. As I walked in for the flush Moose jumps in and starts shaking a skunk by the back side. He's under a cedar tree in the CRP so maybe the birds will come to him now. Thank youfor listening my lovely bride had to go to Lincoln for business, and if I talk to her on the cell he will start crying too and I want her home safe, Thank you for listening, Mark Robson
Last edited by Mark II; 10/21/14 02:25 PM. Reason: misspelling
