After hunting all day and not jumping a thing, I told the old dog that we’d go up the hill and sit down for a bit and then maybe do some squirrel hunting. He couldn’t jump any rabbits… For some reason, after hunting with this dog for a while, I always started talking to him. Never did understand that.
We got to the top of the hill and I sat down near a small brush pile. Suddenly, the dog got up and went over to the side of the brush pile. He paced back and forth several times, then jumped into the brush pile and grabbed a rabbit just behind the head, killed it, and then brought it over to me. I removed the rabbit from the dog’s mouth and started laughing so hard and so much that I almost rolled over the hill.
When we got back, I told my buddy what had happened and he said it was the dog that took me hunting