Saturday afternoon my truck broke down
, so I had to take my car duck hunting. No biggie just put the decoy's in the truck, and walk down to a little pothole, about a 1/4 mile walk.Car is nothing great but it is in good shape, with leather seat's. So I left my dog at home, because I did'nt want it to get all muddy. What a mistake, duck's were'nt flying all that great, did manage to shoot 2 duck's, problem is they landed in the weed's, and I could'nt find them, after stomping around for a half hour each looking for them
. The moral behind the story is that I must of needed a quick reminder of how important our four legged hunting partner's our. It would'nt of had taken Pete (my lab) no time to find these bird's. This is the first time in three year's that I went with out him, and it sucked, reminded me of the day's of not having a dog, spending more time looking for bird's, than hunting. Oh and believe me he knew when I left I was going hunting, I got the biggest cold shoulder look when I got back, that I have ever gotten, except maybe from the wife.
Take em with when ever you can, I am greatful he must have forgiven me, because he was bringing duck's back to me this morning