My dad was a big quail hunter and had several nice bird dogs through out the years. One of which was named Bob that came from a line of championship English setters. Bob was always in the front of the pack, dad usually had three dogs on the ground at one time. I remember one evening we were on the way back to the barn and it was a bitter cold day and the hunting had been good. The dogs were on the ground hunting their way back to warmth and food when we missed Bob. Dad said we had better turn back and find him as he may be on a point. It was getting dark when we finally found him almost belly deep in water pointing at a clump of ground just ahead of him. He had been on point for a long time and was shivering from the wet and cold. Dad flush the birds and when the covey rose into the air the sound of gunfire echoed in the late evening dusk. I remember my dad walking over to Bob, picking him up in his arms and proudly carried him back to the dog box that was in the Jeep. As he put Bob into the box he remarked, "Money can't buy a dog like this."
Dad loved his bird dogs but they were never a part of the family as they were working dogs and he didnโt want them pampered. As I grew into adulthood I too followed in his footsteps except I fell in love with Brittany Spaniels who were loyal family dogs as well as hunting dogs. The first time dad saw my Brittany named Sailor he laughed and said he would never keep up with his far ranging dogs. But as the day went on Sailor proved his worth by staying close and finding the single birds and would always be the first to find the birds that were down.
One day while hunting, a bird was shot and fell into a swollen creek, Sailor jumped into the raging water he was quickly swept away downstream to a cut in the bank in the bend of the creek. There were a lot of vines that snared Sailor and he disappeared under the water. I threw down my gun and jumped into the water, grabbed Sailor and threw him up on the bank. I was getting out when Sailor jumped back into water and disappeared once again. I reached under the bank and caught him by the collar and pulled him out again dislodging the bird. Sailor saw the bird from the bank and jumped back into the water this time catching his prize and arriving at a shallow place in the creek he managed to climb up on the sandbar looking as proud as could be. I turned to my dad and said, โMoney canโt buy a dog like that.โ
Sailor was a member of the family for many years and was always ready for a hunt or a walk in the woods. One day as we were walking he disappeared, never to be seen again. I have often thought about him and wondered what happened that day. I know if he were able to get back to me he would have. Maybe someone picked him up, maybe a gator got him, I donโt know, but one thing I do know is he was one of the finest companion hunting dogs I have ever had.
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