Used to hunt pheasant, and most everything else (even deer in CA) with a Brittany. She was so good that she didn't swim, she walked across the water.

Watching her work, find birds, point, and the (if we hit them) retrieve made the day.

One hunt we dumped a bird in a rain-swollen stream. She got the bird and then got hung up in a willow. Wouldn't drop the bird and couldn't get loose. So, I waded out, up to my chest. When I got there, she let go of the bird, so I could complete the retrieve, and she swam in.

The stories...... I remember my dad and Great Uncle one-upping each other on how good their dog was.