Walk on Water, thx to B Monroe

[Jennie@ifish]

I couldn't stop laughing on this one...

An avid duck hunter was in the market for a new bird dog. His search
ended when he found a dog that could actually walk on water to retrieve
a duck. Shocked by his find, he was sure none of his friends would ever
believe him. He decided to try to break the news to a friend of his, a
pessimist by nature, and invited him to hunt with him and his new dog.

As they waited by the shore, a flock of ducks flew by. They fired,
and a duck fell. The dog responded and jumped into the water. However,
he did not sink but instead walked across the water to retrieve the
bird, never getting more than his paws wet.

The friend saw everything but did not say a single word.

On the drive home the hunter asked his friend, "Did you notice
anything unusual about my new dog?"

"I sure did," responded his friend. "He can't swim."

[crabbait]

Good story. Here's another:

A very wealthy man was reading an aristocratic hunting publication and noticed an advertisment for "The Worlds Finest Quail Dog, $10,000". He summoned his emissary and told him to go check out the dog and if it was as good as claimed, buy it.

His man traveled to a southern state and, after a long drive down country roads he came to a one room cabin with an older gentleman sitting on the porch next to a rather bored looking dog. "Are you the fella that advertised the dog for sale?", he asked. "Yep", replied the old timer. "Is that the dog?" "Yep." The agent was sceptical because the dog didn't really look like much. Typical white and liver spots but not much fire, seemed to like to sleep on the porch. "I'll have to see the dog work" he said finally. "Yep" the old man replied as he got out of his rocker and slid an old rope around the dogs neck.

The agent fetched his side by side from his rig and together they walked into the nearby cover. After they had gone a short way the old man slipped the rope off the dog and told him to hunt. It was as if he had turned on a switch. The lethargic dog was suddenly all wiggle and off through the underbrush he went.

Soon the dogs belly dropped low to the ground as he slunk down and birdy around a patch of cover. The agent brought his gun to the ready position expecting the dog to lock in a classic point at any moment. Instead the dog began to quickly circle the cover, still in the hunkered down stance of a bird dog on hot scent. Faster and faster he went around the patch, his circle growing smaller with each pass. Then the hunter could see birds on the ground swirling around and around with the dog. There must have been 30 or 40 quail in the covey yet, with the dog closing in, none took wing. Instead, they lined up single file and, all following the leader, disappeared down a gopher's hole!

The dog then leaped to the middle of the circle and, head held high, staring intently at his master, clapped a paw over the hole.

With that the old man turned to the young hunter and said, "How would you like them, singles or doubles?" :grin:

[ 11-28-2002, 09:45 PM: Message edited by: crabbait ]