Oh how I've felt the frustration of seeing good solid bird work from a young dog, yet not being able to reward the pup with a downed bird. How many times have I missed the last bird of the season that I shot at, when it was a perfectly pointed bird? I feel so sorry at the time. And then I'm reminded how forgiving these beautiful creatures can be. And the next time or next year they come back with the same prey drive and work ethic if not more! One more life lesson learned from our 4 legged partners...and when we relax with them at the end of the day in front of the fire just know that all that twitching and galloping of the pups legs as they lay sound asleep is certainly a dream of working in the field, and likely a dream about chasing that darn bird we missed.
It's part of the bird dog rite of passage and Rill's so lucky to be able to experience it.
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