I have a Lab/Shepard cross. He loves duck and goose hunting. I remember his first hunt, he was about 4 years old (I started hunting after I had the dog), and he had his retrieves down pat. It was -5, no wind...a waterfowlers morning. We headed out to the blind and I waded out to set up the decoys. I threw the first decoy out, and heard a reall loud splash...well here's dumbass swimming out to "retrieve" my decoy for me. Well the weight got caught on a rock, so now dumbass is trying to pull it free...I'm shouting at him calling him an idiot, finally he lets go and heads for shore...Now he is soaking wet, its -5, and its still an hour til legal light...so numb nuts (I'm sure they were numb at this point) is shivering laying on the rocks. I had to take off my jacket and wrap him up so he wouldnt be completely useless when the shooting started. So now I'm freezing, walking around trying to keep warm.
Finally legal light comes, that first flock comes in, and there was no turning back. I went 2/3 on the first group, the dog marks them, retrieves them, and his tail didn't stop wagging for the next two hours. Most memorable hunt of my life, best dog a man could ever ask for.
Finally legal light comes, that first flock comes in, and there was no turning back. I went 2/3 on the first group, the dog marks them, retrieves them, and his tail didn't stop wagging for the next two hours. Most memorable hunt of my life, best dog a man could ever ask for.



















































