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[Osmosis]

My favorite memory was discovering my first retriever was a sucker for coots out teal hunting. Oh yaa, she was a great retriever, extremely steady, great marker, and an all around joy to be around. On our first teal hunt together, a coot swam by and she took off swimming. I bet for an hour she chased that coot around the pond. There was nothing I could do to recall her.

From that hunt on, when she saw a coot, she became the most disobedient coot catcher in the world and took off. Now everytime I see a coot, I just laugh and think of all our great memories we had together.

Gob bless you Sierra, may heaven have unlimited coots!

[Longgun]

While hunting with my girl last fall, one of the other guys shot a woody that was injured. I borught my girl over and sent her for the duck. All went well until she got about 15 feet from the duck and it decided to dive, up it came the other side of my dog. Well this went on about 4 times and it finally decided it would come to shore. My girl caught up with it about 25 feet from shore and down it went again, well I guess she had enough of this diving duck and down she went to find it. She was only gone a few seconds and up she came with the duck and delivered it to hand still alive. We had a good laugh over it and the young fella sure was impressed with my girl and so was I.
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[Erik Nilsson]

My post consists of a photo of my former pup "Nilsson's Blazing Gun of Campbell" AKA "Gauge". The photo was taken on a cold December day in Western Pa while hunting mallards. This was his last hunt of his short life for he passed in the following spring suddenly of kidney failure right before his 3rd birthday.

My friend, who is an outdoor writer, had the pictures and story in the Oct.
of 2009 Wildfowl issue as a tribute to him since he retrieved many ducks for the both of us and he was a great companion for our family.

[PhilBernardi]

These rules are too complicated, but thanks anyways.

[Lucky Number Seven]

[Howard N]

Waste of time. Rules will be ignored same as last contest. Ends up being a popularity contest.

Like peeing in people's cheerios do you?

You could have said a lot of things, or not said anything at all. Why would you rather dis the thread and everyone who gives it a shot?

[Brad]

The day my wife gave me a pup, and not expecting it

[CacaoandNilla]

Being a newb in the retriever game I don't have too many memories so I don't plan on winning

but my fave so far is my girls first water retrieve

I brought her to the lake. It was a little choppy that day so I was not sure how it would go. I threw the bumper in about 30 ft and she blasted in after it when she dove in she slammed into a wave that went right over her head but she went right after it snorting and coughing and problably farting. Once she got it she delivered it to hand just like we practiced in the backyard

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[BBnumber1]

My favorite retriever memory has nothing to do with retrieving.

It was one Saturday morning, laying in bed half asleep, not ready to get up. My young 6 month old pup Ranger
wanted attention, but was not yet allowed on the bed. He put his paws up, and layed his head accross my chest.
I absentmindedly layed my hand on his head, still dozing. After a few minutes, I realized that Ranger had fallen asleep,
with his hind feet on the floor, and his head and paws on my chest. From that day on, he would do that same thing many
mornings, if I was laying in bed, not getting up when he wanted attention.

[Ken Bora]

Way back in January 1998 I had a ten-month-old Chesapeake Bay Retriever named Sky that was, while running on my vets back lawn to poop for a sample, found to have bad hips. At the time I was a humble duck hunter. I did not know anything about bad hips or about retriever clubs or tests or anything. I had a guarantee and a registered dog. I went back to the breeders with the X-rays and a blank look. They had a litter on the way. They would give me pick of the litter. When I picked everyone said I had too much dog. The Sedge female, Gate was indeed too much dog. She made me better. I joined my local retriever club and started scampering. I bought the Mike Lardy VHS tapes that were so expensive I had, at the time bought a snowmobile for less, and it was a solid machine. I started driving back to the breeders every Sunday and Monday to day train. They became my first and best mentors. They stood, hand on my shoulder as I force fetched my first dog.
Four summers later, when Gate was 4 she became my first “Handling Dog”. Gate taught me so much. I learned so much to try to do justice to the “Too Much Dog” who I got for free because of Sky’s bad hips. Until we meet again my old stinky, chubby, boss bitch, I miss you.






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