There are bad days, there are good days, there are better than good days and then there are great days, indelible experiences. Yesterday was one of the latter.
Handling Daisy on to 14 runners on one drive, 6 of which were blinds, 4 of which were over 200 yards over open ground was an experience that I will never forget and made me so very, very proud. Seeing her take a powerful and fast line on trust alone, ignore multiple dead birds, track birds that had disappeared from view and then reappear and take a straight line back with birds falling around (and, in one case, on) her, was just the dogs’ bo*****s for someone like me, for whom gundogs are so important.
Any regrets? I didn’t capture any of it on video. But I can replay it all in my mind again and again and again.