28. Ah, dog stories.

We had a Britt, Susie, who did amazing things. Two stories from CA and one from WA.

My Dad and I were hunting a tule ditch, one on each side. I heard a whirl of wings, looked down and there was Susie with a rooster by the ass. Once he got wound up she het him go, he flew up over the tops of the tules. Dad missed at least twice. Susie glared at him like she wanted to bite his leg off.

A group of us, six of us, were in a plowed filed when Susie joined. We were all in a mob. Rooster flushed, we all shot. Bird died. The last guy to shoot said that he knew in his mind that the bird was dead but the message didn't get to the trigger finger.

In the Warden area of E WA my father in law and I were walking through some sagebrush near some cattle pens. My Lab and Britt both pointed. I kicked at the brush to flush the bird. There was an explosion of wings, a flash off color, and a "quack". Crippled drake Mallard.....