For me and my dogs, our main objective of hunting is never to fill the game bag. Although it is nice when we do, our goal is to merely be out there together. (Photo By: Chris Midgette)
“Send me, Dad!” Those young, fire-filled eyes bore holes into me. We know that Boykin look, the deep longing, the look of “what can I do to make you happy?” The eyes tell it all. I gave him the command and off like a bullet—albeit short, stumpy, and brown—Cooper was gone. He’d marked the dove well, went straight to it, brought it back, and dropped it at my feet. We’ve had a hell of a time growing up together, hunting all over the U.S., and making memories. He’s starting to slow down, he gets a little limp after a few miles, and I have to limit his exercise or else he won’t be able to walk the next day.
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