My GSP, Jackson, was basically poisoned by Chinese melamine in Canadian dog food then had a long hard old age. Apparently the nitrogen in melamine tricked the protein claims, got rid of industrial waste, saved money (and small side-effect was toxic to kidneys.). Not as bad as when they did it in baby formula I guess.
Anyway, earlier in life he was a hunting machine. He would sense when a hunt was winding down and get all birdie again like "we just gotta hit this little spot over here, pretty sure I got a line on one" Then flash a point and move upwind and do it again and I would usually play along. So one time we're about 300 yds from home coming back from a hunt cutting across a long grass meadow and he goes on point. No way there's a grouse in there, you bs'er! But he's rock solid and giving me the eye like "what's wrong with you?". And I walk up and doesn't one bust out of that tall grass over the open meadow for the most unlikely and easiest shot on a grouse I ever made.
We sure shot a lot of birds together. Kind of like fishing - you remember the take of a nice trout and sort of forget the flies you snagged in the treetops behind you. The grouse ,unlike woodcock, would often get bumped and flush wild but the solid points with the trembling stubby tail made it all worthwhile.