Thanks, Drew. Last evening I ran across a picture of the last limit of doves my faithful Lab, Fowler, retrieved for me. It was bittersweet, because Fowler was killed by a truck only a few months later. The look of the doves, mouthed gently as he carried them, was what caused me to remember that it was he that had retrieved them, and not birds I had picked up myself.
Soon I hope to be following pointers for quail, and spaniels for woodcock, watching Labs bring in ducks, and enjoying the time and training put into them by my friends. 'Bout time for me to stop grieving Fowler, and get on with finding another puppy, I'm thinking.
SRH
