Yep, JMAC, just walking the crik below the house, where it ambles through the neighbor's pasture. I "hup" Mick, walk up to the steep edge of the bank, and sometimes get lucky with either migrant mallards, or area-resident woodies.
If I hit, Mick goes in or over and retrieves. He's done pretty well, but I wouldn't want him to be called a retriever. He's getting there, though.
Upland hunter, SW Wisconsin is full of rolling hills and valleys, with creeks and streams running through. The glaciers didn't come through here, so the landscape is hilly.
We've been out twice for pheasants, nary a one as yet.
But my legs and Mick's head need the experiences.
Besides, I'm hunting, not finding.