Took the opportunity to snap a photo of Clark pointing a hen pheasant, since I could get the bird and the dog in the photo together:
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Couple of years ago he was locked up so tight on a pheasant in this small stand of brush! I walked all the way around the brush pile twice, and eventually went in and started pulling branches off the ground. That rooster had buried himself under the brush. I couldn't find him for the longest time, but ol' Clark just stayed glued on him. The dog KNEW that bird was in there. I wasn't so sure, but trusted him. Was quite the crazy flush and shot when the bird took off not two feet from my face! smile

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Normally he doesn't lift a foot. Just sometimes. Kinda cool when he does, but mostly he just locks up, pointing his nose right at the bird. We're done public land hunting until next season, but I can still get him out to the pheasant club this month and next. Too danged cold right now! I think it's 8 degrees this morning here in central Washington.

He's ten years old now, and loving life.
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