This here is Woodrow at 6 months when I got him. Runt of the litter. Scared of everything, seemed like he probably had some serious cognitive disabilities. He ended up not being totally mentally handicapped, but some days I'm not so sure. No credentials or field test stuff like that, just a good buddy with a real good nose
Here is at age 3, first limit I ever shot with him. I jumped a double, knocked them both down with bad shots and he ended up finding both nowhere near where they went down. This was when he really started figuring it out.
Age 4 here. Man we both look young as hell.
Never much of a retriever, but he'll do in a pinch.
Now he's 10, and starting to slow down a little bit and it makes me really sad. I'm gonna let him run these fields until the day he dies.
Nobody cares about your season totals.