My old girl (13 yo YLF) was only ever used as a meat dog, and being the genius I was at 17, I trained her all myself with a homegrown program and some guidance from an experienced amateur. She's never been very stylish, but she sure got the job done. Every time a bird fell, it showed up back at my side. She stared at the sky with anticipation and often saw the birds before I did. I shoot, it falls, bird comes back, lather, rinse, repeat. Heaven help me if I missed. I would get these looks from her like she was embarrassed to be in the blind with me. If we were hunting on land, she would take off and hide in the cover behind me and refuse to return until the next bird went down. All was forgiven at that point. Does anyone else get chastised by their dawgs?
Not looking for training tips, just funny stories.