When I was a kid I lived on a ranch in Central Oregon, around Bend. I was probably 12 years old and hunted anything that moved, rabbits, sage rats, quail, chuckar, anything. I remember bugging my dad about getting me a real hunting dog, we had plenty of cow dogs, but I wanted a Lab or Chessie like I read about in F&S or Outdoor Life. So one day dad brings home this black dog that kind of resembles a shepard /coon hound cross of some sort. He told me he got her from a guy that said the dogs mother was a heck of a retriever. I, being 12, fiqured at least the dogs color resembled a lab so maybe there was hope. To make a long story short, I'm sure it was like the blind leading the blind but that dog kind of trained herself (I guarantee you it wasn't because of me) and we hunted together for the next 10 years. She had good instincts and drive and wanted to hunt and sometimes that's all you need in a dog. She wasn't a bad cow dog either.
Kobie the wonder dog says" Hunting seasons over? Wake me up around noon"