When Emily was about 4 months old some friends and I were going duck hunting. We were loading our gear and my Lab was already in my truck, when one of the guys said "look".
Emily was on the front porch in a corner where the house connected to a wrought iron railing. She was facing away from us, slumped over, the picture of rejection.
"Ah let her go", said one of my softie duck hunters and Emily went on her first duck hunt.
She had been introduced to the gun and retrieving and after the first couple of ducks were shot her gaze was focused into the sky.
I decided to let her fetch the next duck and when it hit the water, I tapped her head and said, "Emily fetch".
Emily leaped from the canoe and swam out to the duck. The duck was to big for her mouth so she grabbed a wing and drug the bird to the canoe.
I lifter her into the boat and she held onto the wing.
It was a cold morning and Emily began to shiver. One of the guys took his coat off and wrapped it around little Emily to keep her warm.
She made two more retrieves and she was a confirmed duck hunter from that day on.
Last edited by wyobirds; 09/10/15 07:23 PM.
