So ends what has been an extraordinary season of rooster chasin' in the Dak du Nord. Le Grande Dame of the pack, Autumn, at almost 11 years old got out way more than I could have hoped and brought home her share of birds. She definitely showed the youngsters a trick or two. Scout...the city dog gone country...didn't start hunting until three years ago at age 6. He is now my most reliable dog and never loses a bird. Then there is Jazz. Who would have thought she could be this good in her first year? All about exposure to birds. Today, I closed out the year with a double over her. The second bird got a ways out. When I saw it fall with a broken wing, I was wishing I hadn't taken the shot. Was gonna be a hard find for Jazz. Got her over there and she locked up and then moved in to push the bird out of its buried in the weeds hiding spot. All good until she started letting it go...catching it...Letting it go...catching it...repeat several more times. It was like she knew it was the end for the year. I finally made a diving retrieve to end the shenanigans. Hope those of you who can still hunt this season have good luck.