by Rick » Wed Jun 18, 2014 6:48 am
That's what being a Chestapeake is all about. When I had my first Chessie, Bud, my hunting partner, Bill, had a sweet little Lab, Char, and the two couldn't have been an odder pairing. Bill and I frequently hunted flooded rice stubble in waders, by sitting in the water with a levee for a back rest and its grass pulled around and over us for concealment. Initially, Bill would pull grass over Char, too, but she was so sharp that she soon learned the drill and started rooting her own way under it. Mr. Bud, on the other hand, made a project of seeing how much of the levee he could roll flat.