Saturday 10/28 started like any other Saturday during pheasant season for Asher and I. We were headed out to chase roosters like we do on every day off I have during the season. Exception for west river deer season. We got do a spot that had produced birds for us in the last couple years. She was birdy the whole time and I was really surprised we only got two birds up. The first we saw land a ways away and we proceeded to head that direction and about a half hour to get there she points and he rises. My dad made a good shot and the bird falls dead. Kept walking and she locked up again and another rooster and another shot by dad, he's older but still out shoots me, another bird down. We proceed to another spot and we get to the back of this public area and she gets bird. Up come a very late hatch group of birds. Five all together. After watching them disappear into the next field we notice she is not placing any weight on one if her back leg. Fearing the worst I have my dad carry the guns back and I carry my dog with a heavy heart the half mile back to the truck. A trip to the ER vet and the say that her CCL is torn. After confirming with my primary vet today it is certinty that she tore it completely. Now it looks to be a TPLO surgery and a couple months recovery. No day I've had afield even compares to the sadness I felt having to carry my best friend to the truck.