As you guys are well away it is very dry in West Tennessee. We finally got enough water Friday night to hunt. Half the season is over but better late than never. Reilly, my 13 year old son, and Milo, our yellow lab who just turned 2 in November.
Milo with a mallard on New Year's Day.
Milo with a cripple on Sunday.
It's not what you want that makes you fat, it's what you get.
I used to hunt over a yellow dog named Milo. He was the best I've ever been around but he hunted so hard he was burned up after his 6th year and the owner had to put him down due to advanced hip dysplasia.
You can tell here that he "loved" every minute of it: