Good friends, great place … what better locale for Manny to come into his own than Ravenwood Lodge in Kansas? Joe, Bob, and Mark shared the shooting duties while I handled dogs at Ravenwood’s Mission Creek fields, and with some trepidation I put both Uncle Buddy and nephew Manny on the ground at the same time.
If you’ve handled two dogs simultaneously, you know what it can resemble: rodeo, three-ring circus, cluster %&*%, right? When the stars align, though, it’s magic. That was today.
Bird after bird held tight for Buddy’s points. Time after time, Manny would slide into a graceful, natural honor of his uncle’s find, reflecting his genetics twice over: ancestry and instinct. By the end of the day, he’d given up trying to eat the big birds, instead bringing them in the right direction (toward me) quite often. Force fetching is next spring’s project, so this was a true gift.
But enough words. If you have a pup, you’ll agree here’s something worth a thousand of them:
Scott Linden Outdoors 
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