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i used to do a lot of bird hunting too and i decided that the nicer a dude's outfit the more unruly his dog was.
i remember quail hunting and a friend brought this guy that had the landrover, orvis outfit, you know, the whole "country squire shooting foul" shtick going on. i was in college and was wearing shit i had in highschool with my grandfather's dog who was smarter than most people i know.
anyway, "the squire" also had him a brand new $3,000 labrador (i shit you not, and this was like 10 years ago) that he claimed was pedigreed and been trained by some top trainer in VA or something. you know, name dropping shit. needless the say the dog didn't know a quail from a can of tuna fish and wouldn't retrieve anything or set point at all. the guy started out calm with his fancy whistle, which the dog ignored, and by an hour into the guy was losing his mind screaming "GOD DAMN IT DRAKE, HEEL, HEEL, HEEL" or some nonsense.
me, i'm wearing camo's and converse hightops and my dog snagged everything and kept looking over at the guy and his dog, then up at me and i swear the dog had a look of "what the hell is their problem?"
to me dogs are proof that there may be a god and "it" is probably a cool entity as anything that thought enough to make dogs definitely cares or at least knows we need good friends. |
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