With a few back to back days we were able to include some smoke duck breast as part of this years Christmas dinner table fare. This one reconfirms the need for a well trained dog to be part of every serious hunters life.
After flushing a set of some ducks, I thought for sure I had shot one. However, I never saw it fall and was certain the result would be a wounded lost duck, making me feel worse. As I watched the group fly off something kept nagging me about the whole thing. Because I was uncertain I release my dog to search the field just in case.
As he searched I noticed a green head slide down the embankment back into the water. As he noticed me he made his way toward a near by bridge, taking cover on the bank under the bridge in some dense cover.
A short whistle blast and some solid nose work later and all uncertainty was settled