I remember a Pointer drifting out of sight and not responding. I was steamed. Covered a lot of ground and time looking for her, when I finally noticed another hunter off in the distance. I figured I should go over and ask if he had seen her. As I was getting closer, I noticed my pup was hunting with his two dogs.
Nice old timer, wish I had bothered to appreciate the nice small bore side by side he was carrying, but I wanted to strangle my dog. He had a good game bag of bobwhites and his dogs were nicely finished.
He says hi, this must be your dog. I'm not real chatty, but he adds in, she's good little dog, knows what she's doing. Too bad it has to hit almost like a freight train, but it's probably me not the dog. We have a regular chat for a minute, then down the road, I let the pup teach me how to hunt birds.
