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Back before my drahthaar had been taught any manners I had him out on some planted chukars. We flushed a bird that flew towards some buildings and offered no shot. The bird flew right into an open barn, with my boy Kaiser in tow. There was about a minute of cartoon crashing sounds until a beautiful cock pheasant ran out of the barn, with Kaiser tight on his heels. One of the guys thought it was impressive that he somehow chased in a chukar and chased out a pheasant.
When I called Kaiser back he returned with the chukar in his mouth. He had caught it and then chased the pheasant.

So many stories of "trust your dog" with him too. We would be beating the brush where we absolutely knew we marked down a cripple while he would be on point waiting for us 75 yards away.

I chased a winged pheasant through high grass until I couldn't see it anymore while Kaiser worked the scent, only for him to work his way to me and dig the bird practically out from under my boot.

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Jake, my Lab was a true "Sportsdog". We were at a pheasant preserve and he scented a bird, bore in on it and when the bird didn't fly, he boosted it into the air with his muzzle.

I was hunting along a slough a few days after the start of duck season. My Brit Rip was casting about and disappeared into the brush. A lot of splashing and quacking ensued. He reappeared with a Mallard in his mouth. The same scene was repeated two more times....splashing...quacking....another duck! I had three ducks and had not fired a shot.Similar thing happened during Dove season bringing me birds I had not shot!! Sure improved my average!!! The best retriever I ever owned!

Black lab Dixie would sneak into other hunter's blinds on a dove field and steal doves for me. I appreciated that...Geo

This is more of an Incredible Dumb Hunter With Dog Feat. My older Brittany Abby locked down on her first Woodcock when she was about a year old in her first season. I could see the bird at the end of her nose. Perfect flush, perfect two misses and it flew off. About a 100 yards away, nothing but leaves on the ground, she went on point in a wide open spot. "There's not a bird there". I went over to get her with gun open on my shoulder and the second bird pointed in her woodcockin' career got up clean without a shot.
Trust your dog.

Hobbes is a miniature wirehair dachshund and being named after a cat (tiger rather) he has had more than 9 lives. An outstanding hunting dog who grew up with me training field trial labs and thinks he is a lab. Amazing water entry.

Between 2001 and 2005 I guided ducks and geese for an outfitter. I would dress in civies, put Hobbes on a leash then go to the airport to pick up the hunters. Time and time again I got ribbed about Hobbes being my retriever. It was a 2.5 hour ride back to camp and I always had a case or 2 of beer bet on Hobbes' retriever ability. No matter water or land he knew where the bird had landed and would bring it back if it was a duck. If it was a goose he would sit on it till I went and got it from him. If it was an alive goose he thought he had to kill it and feathers flew.

One year at the airport a returning hunter from the previous year approached me with a dog bone and a candle on it. Perplexed I asked him what it was for. He said, "Its Hobbes birthday today, isn't it?" He then went on to tell me Hobbes had become a local legend in his Arkansas bird camp.

Hobbes is still with me today at 11 years. In that time I have pulled him off of a skunk he was determined to kill, pulled quills out of his mouth and tongue, grabbed him just before he was to be sucked in the the roll at a weir and then I fell in and had a bit of a fight to save my own skin, he hates cats and so many cat fights later, a truck ran over his hind end and now he has plates in both hind legs, a shaky pelvis and with the tissue damage doesn't do his business so well.

He still hunts and now I take him pheasant hunting at my club. Many invited hunters with their flushers and pointers think he is a joke and are annoyed by his presence and ask for him to be put up before the hunt begins. In tight cover and crusty snow where his weight will hold him but the big dogs break through, he will flush as many as the big dogs. He is slower, methodical and has a great nose. After the hunt he is usually the centre of conversation.

This year we go back to a guiding camp for 7 weeks. I can't wait for the beer to flow!

Stan, congratulations on your new Black Lab pup. I have not gotten another dog; I am still grieving over the loss of Mandy.

Bet that act made you and your pal a real popular dude!!

Not so much as you'd think!...Geo

I love this thread! It's a happy maker.....