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<blockquote data-quote="Randy Tidwell" data-source="post: 1651725" data-attributes="member: 109136"><p>To continue Dixie's Story:</p><p></p><p>On her first Dove hunt near Blyth CA, we were shooting birds on the first morning. Most of them hit the ground about 20-25 yards out.</p><p></p><p>Without exception, I would send her for the bird, she would bring it back to me and drop in my hand after given the "Out" command.</p><p></p><p>About half way thru the morning, I hit one the cupped its wings and went on a glide. It hit the ground about 50 yards out and bounced. So I knew it was dead, no hurry to retrieve.</p><p></p><p>I sent her, she dropped her nose at about 20 yards out and started working back and forth, she could smell the birds she picked up earlier in that area.</p><p></p><p>I tried to get her to go farther out, but she kept looking for one there. So I got up and headed out, when I got to her she wouldn't come with me to get the bird. Thought to myself "Ok, I'll give you a pass on this one"</p><p></p><p>When I got to the bird, I picked it up and turned to go back to my shooting stool only to find her sitting behind with a bird in her mouth? First thing I thought was she found one I didn't realize went down or she found someone's old kill.</p><p></p><p>About that time, I seen my hunting partner laughing his *** Off! I asked what was so funny. He told me the second I walked away from her, she came running over to him. When she didn't think I was watching, she stole one of my birds and brought it to you!</p><p></p><p>I knelled down, Put my hand out and said "OUT", then she got a big GOD GIRL! I put the bird in my bird bag and headed for my stool. Keith yelled "Hey that's my bird" Told him nope, my girl retrieved it, its mine. Never gave it to him.</p><p></p><p>To this day, the only one that can get a bird from her is me. I think my son got her to give him one, only because he grabbed her.</p><p></p><p>Just to prove she is my dog, took her for a walk awhile back to the park. All of a sudden she went on point. What the heck was she pointing? Look close, she was pointing beer bottles. YUP, she's my dog...... LOL</p><p></p><p>[ATTACH=full]137557[/ATTACH]</p><p>I love this dog! I will never be with out one again.</p><p></p><p>Jon's father once told him "God only let's dogs live a short time so we will have the opportunity to enjoy more of them in a life time!"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Randy Tidwell, post: 1651725, member: 109136"] To continue Dixie’s Story: On her first Dove hunt near Blyth CA, we were shooting birds on the first morning. Most of them hit the ground about 20-25 yards out. Without exception, I would send her for the bird, she would bring it back to me and drop in my hand after given the “Out” command. About half way thru the morning, I hit one the cupped its wings and went on a glide. It hit the ground about 50 yards out and bounced. So I knew it was dead, no hurry to retrieve. I sent her, she dropped her nose at about 20 yards out and started working back and forth, she could smell the birds she picked up earlier in that area. I tried to get her to go farther out, but she kept looking for one there. So I got up and headed out, when I got to her she wouldn’t come with me to get the bird. Thought to myself “Ok, I’ll give you a pass on this one” When I got to the bird, I picked it up and turned to go back to my shooting stool only to find her sitting behind with a bird in her mouth? First thing I thought was she found one I didn’t realize went down or she found someone’s old kill. About that time, I seen my hunting partner laughing his *** Off! I asked what was so funny. He told me the second I walked away from her, she came running over to him. When she didn’t think I was watching, she stole one of my birds and brought it to you! I knelled down, Put my hand out and said “OUT”, then she got a big GOD GIRL! I put the bird in my bird bag and headed for my stool. Keith yelled “Hey that’s my bird” Told him nope, my girl retrieved it, its mine. Never gave it to him. To this day, the only one that can get a bird from her is me. I think my son got her to give him one, only because he grabbed her. Just to prove she is my dog, took her for a walk awhile back to the park. All of a sudden she went on point. What the heck was she pointing? Look close, she was pointing beer bottles. YUP, she's my dog...... LOL [ATTACH=full]137557[/ATTACH] I love this dog! I will never be with out one again. Jon's father once told him "God only let's dogs live a short time so we will have the opportunity to enjoy more of them in a life time!" [/QUOTE]
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