Here's one for ya. About thirty years ago a friend and I were having what some would call a lifetime quail hunt. Birds were all over the place and were holding for the dogs. We made a pact that no wild bird shooting. Everything had to be on point and we had to produce the bird. I had a great Shorthair named Blazer and he was doing one heck of a job locating and holding. All at once I saw him slam into a point but then backed up a couple of steps but still holding. Decided not to kick and produce the bird as something seemed wrong with his point. Thought maybe he had hooked into a skunk. Upon inspection it was almost 4 ft long and never buzzed. My partner said the color drained right out of my face.
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