BritChaser
Well-known member
A great friend from '69 and hunting buddy said goodbye to his 12 year old Gordon yesterday who went on to the happy hunting grounds in the sky due to heart faliure. He gave his dog a great life: The comfort of a warm and loving home, great care, many days in the field stalking grouse, partridge, pheasant, and quail, and general fun on fishing and camping trips. He was there at the end beside his faithful hunter, petting him until he sighed his last breath. As he shared the news with me yesterday, he remembered a day afield that he regarded as a moment of perfection in a world of compromise: the two of us with his Gordon and my gone dog going through tall cover, the dogs working beautifully, standing on their hind legs from time to time to reorient themselves, pheasants jetting into the air and falling to blazing guns, our lungs pumping the fresh air of the Kansas high plains, feeling more alive than otherwise possible.
