The story below was posted by a member of a gun club I frequent. As a dog owner/lover it brought a smile to my face as I'm sure it will to some of our members here. Larry
My hope for this week was Bubba would point his final wild birds. Unfortunately he is worse than I thought and spends as much time falling down as walking. Leading me to question would taking him or leaving him home be more cruel. I did take him a few mornings just because he wanted to go. No way in heck he would ever point anything walking along beside me. Then today he locked up 6’ in front of me. A grouse flushes and I kill it. This is the wildest upland bird known to mankind sitting for a point 6’ from me with two other dogs ranging 50 to 125 yards in front. Bubba’s last grouse. I thanked God for wild places, grouse, cold cloudless days, shotguns, birddogs and the small miracle I just witnessed.
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