aunt betty wrote:Shoulda called him "lazy ****" because he'll always go to the dead close one and let the swimmers go no matter how much hollerin' I do.
My dog lived for cripples. She obligingly went and picked up dead ducks, but put one on the water still kicking, she gave it every thing she had to the point where she would start barking because she couldn't swim fast enough
Everybody around knew when I had cripples on the water
At shooting time plus a few minutes, we dropped a pair of wood ducks in the near dark against the far shore. My dog apparently only saw the dead one. She swam over and picked it up in knee deep water. When she turned around, she caught sight of the cripple. She heaved the dead duck in her mouth back over her shoulder and went tearing after the cripple. It was so funny. Get this damn dead duck away from me, there's a live one I need to go catch.
I miss having a dog, but I just don't have time for one. Wish we could have got a little business for yours. I always was more aggressive at getting at least one bird when I had the dog.