We'd hoped to steal a march and sneak out of St. Louis with a hunt test leg, but a broke dog is all we have to show for our dreams. Larsen chased a running cock pheasant and didn't stop when he put the bird to flight, and our morning was over.
Larsen had been attentive to the whistle, which was pretty heavy in order to keep Larsen close at hand. But when he caught scent of the running bird, and turned away from me to track it down, I knew that a sit whistle was chancy at best, and unhappily I was right.
We saw Debi, Kathy P., Deb B. and Jim as well as Tim and Cathy at the event. A beautiful fall weekend in southern Missouri near St. Louis.
Larsen seems so very close to being steady. I know that his breaking, and retrieving a shot pheasant is a set-back, but it still seems he is close. Am I fooling myself?
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