Few years ago, 11 flying blacks---one over the limit, which couldn't help---by one shot by my friend (his second pull didn't work) and two from my 20ga o/u SKB---most I've ever got without "lining-up." For some reason, Jake always retrieved ducks to my left boot. (Easy now, I'm the lefty, not Jake!) What a sight. What a day. What a dog. All now dear memories. I'm grateful for them.