That was a memorable day Bob. The blindest of all blind retrieves.
We shot the goose on the way out of the woods from a coyotye hunt. We had no dogs with us at the time.
We switched over to steel and stalked a little stretch of the Mullica near Atsion where we heard a couple Canadas making racket. Hoping to get them to take to the air over a little spit of land, Mike got close enough to kill two as they took flight. Unfortunately, both dropped on an island and we could not recover them.
Back to the house to get the dogs and 45 minutes later Mike put Hank on the bank and pointed his hand over his snout and yelled, HANK !!
He swam a stretch, jumped on the island and grabbed the first goose. Murphy got the assist and swam side by side with Hank.
Hank dropped it at Mike's feet and looked up.
Mike put him back on the bank and pointed his snout to the island again and yelled HANK !!
Up on the island he went and he turned an looked back for direction. Mike gave him a point to the right and in few seconds he sniffed him out.
My sister had the picture enlarged and framed along with the one below and gave them to us for Christmas.