When I was a kid, we lived at the edge of the river bottoms. Endless sloughs, tree lines and ditches. It was a dreamland for a kid with a gun! When I got my driver's license, I went to work for my buddy's dad who was a watermelon farmer. They lived 5 miles upriver also at the edge of the bottoms. This all will be pertain latter. So, my buddies' sister drug home a black lab puppy. I knew it was a lab, because at 16 I was already a self-proclaimed dog expert, owning a shorthair another buddies dad gave me. Flash forwards a couple years. The watermelon operation was on the other side of a paved road from the house. Multiple tractors, semis, not to mention 5 teenage boys in all kinds of jalopies. That dog only got hit once in all those years (read till the end). She was a constant tagalong! She knew ever house for miles that might pet her or get a treat. One day I drove in and dumped my shorthair out for an afternoon of hunting. My buddy gathered his stuff and gave his sister orders to keep Hogan (the Lab) inside until we got gone. That was the day the years long battel of wills started! We were a couple miles from the house when guess who showed up! Hogan was ecstatic to find us. From that day forward you could not lose her. She would flush the quail, scare away the ducks, splash around while we were fishing, just a general pain in the ass. She must have known by the way we were dressed whether we were going hunting /fishing or to town to chase girls! We would drive a mile towards town, turn back into the bottoms, and a couple hours later, she would find you! One evening we were going to catfish through the night. We'll fool her this time!! We drove towards town, turned away from the bottoms, made a series of maze like turns and went back to then river from a different direction. We then got into the community boat that belonged to another buddy's dad and motored a mile upriver. A few hours later, in the middle of the night we hear splashing. Shined a light towards the bank and here comes Hogan! She swam around the boat a couple times as if to say ha, found you! Swam back to the bank and splashed around the rest of the night, swimming out once in a while just enough make our night miserable. One day I was heading down to go fishing and there she was sitting on the road bank. She recognized my 53 chevy pickup and thought I was going to pull in. She ran down the bank and slipped on the wet grass and in front of the truck. That was the end of old Hogan or so I thought! My buddy's dad came out of the barn after hearing it. Her eyes glassed over and she started kicking, I knew she was dead. I was sick. We carried her to the barn and put her on some straw. I went ahead and went fishing but couldn't stop thinking about it. I decided to stop on the way back, apologize some more and maybe help bury her. When I pulled in, she came staggering out of the barn! I had only knocked her out. It took me years to realize that with some patience and a little training Hogan could have been the greatest asset a bunch of little river rats could have ever had!!