I shot this 11 pound hen last wed. evening. I winged it and it got dark before I could go looking for it. It flopped over the hill into some really thick brush. I called my buddy who has two springer spanials. We went out into the woods in the dark, and in less than 5 minutes they found my bird. Dead. The one dog pointed, and the second dog honored on it. Wow, what an experience. The noses on those dogs are really something. [Linked Image]

Last edited by hunter01; 10/24/12.