My first hunting dog was an English Springer (named Brownie). Of all the hunting I've done, the sweetest hunting memory I have is when I was 13 and hunting a hay field for Doves. I had my trusty single shot 12ga 30" barrel full choke. My dad had showed me how to hold a second shell between the fingers of my left hand for a quick second shot. Anyway, Brownie flushed 2 doves, one went right and one went left. I shot the one to the right, reloaded and shot the second one (about 40 yards). Brownie ran out and picked up the first Dove and without even slowing down, dropped it at my feet on his way to the second Dove. He retrieved the second one, dropped it at my feet and sat down next to me and waited for the 'Good Boy' and pat on the head. Of all the hunting moments I've experienced, that is the purest/sweetest memory I have.
I wish you moments like that with your new pup.
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