I went to the annual dove hunt on opening day. Dressed the part and everything, but didn’t see a dove. Well, there was one, and Dave shot it, but it fell on the other side of the fence so we couldn’t send the dog after it. It was Jake’s first real hunt (he’s a Labrador) and he was very willing to put his skills to the test. So, who gets to climb the barb wire, pick up a dead bird, run up a hill and throw the darn thing back over the fence in a nice, high arc so the puppy can see it fall? Yep. You guessed it. Dinner was good, though.