This thread has made my day!
It brought back very special memories of my past dog Miss Bailey.
She LOVED birds..... any birds.... She LOVED to chase a crippled pheasant !!!
I took a trip to visit a exclusive Upland Hunt club in eastern Colorado to investigate a possible membership.
I incorporated the trip with a dove hunt, and visited the grounds and talked with the owner that afternoon, after the hunt.
As I pulled into the Farm Yard, Bailey was ridin Shotgun on the front seat of my truck. I pulled in and parked, and noticed Bailey really focused on something. There were a few chickens loafing around the farm yard..
I told her I would be right back,, and left her in the truck..
I spent quite a bit of time visiting with the owner, trying to convey I was a fine outstanding Sportsman, would respected the land and alll the Flora a nd Fawns that existed there.. WE hit it off pretty well.
He walked me to my truck, as I was leaving..
He saw Bailey sittin on the front seat,, and said,, "Oh,, You brought your dog! Let me see her!"
before I could say anything he opened the truck door, and let her out.
before I knew it,, she had caught 2 of his prised show chickens. 1 hen,, and the prised rooster..
Bailey immedialtly killed the hen,,, chased the rooster all over the yard with me yellin at her,, then finally caught it and shook the everlivin crap out of it......
Dead as hell!!!!
Them was expensive Chickens.....
I didnt dare ask if I coulds come back and hunt..
Best foot forward regards,,,
Gooser