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Retrievers I Have Met 
Species — Bonehead 
By FRANK RORKE 
HERE are retrievers 
and again _ re- 
trievers. In some 
dog's this quality is 
merely apparent, in 
some practical, and 
in some cases both. 
I once attended a 
duck shoot at a 
camp near where 
Jim Lawrence 
lived, and Jim 
could always be found at the club ready 
to take his gun and hike off with the 
other fellow to a good blind. Now 
Jim was the owner of one of the most 
likely looking Chesapeake retrievers 
that I have ever seen. Don was a 
beauty, strong, good natured and full 
of “pep.” Jim never took Don when 
he went shooting, and at this I had 
often wondered. 
“Say, Jim,” I questioned one day, 
“Ts Don of any use as a retriever?” 
“You mean on ducks?” replied Jim, 
“Naw! He wouldn’t retrieve a duck for 
a thousand dollars.” 
“Well, what do you keep him for?” 
I demanded. 
“Oh, he is a good entertainer,” 
he with an air of finality. 
One morning we found a new arrival 
in camp. Harvard was a long, lanky 
lawyer. He arrived loaded to the guards 
with shooting outfit, shells, and two 
large sacks filled with wooden mallard 
decoys. He was full of “pep” and ex- 
pectations, and impatient to get into a 
blind. And the first thing he spied was 
our camp retriever. The two were soon 
on very friendly terms, the dog by 
nature and the man prompted by de- 
sign as we soon found. He was here 
for ducks and of course a good re- 
triever was a desirable addition to an 
otherwise complete equipment. 
Friend lawyer first ascertained that 
no one planned on going out to a blind 
for some hours, and then made a left 
lead at Jim with the query: “Suppose 
that dog would like a little exercise this 
morning? Think I will take my decoys 
and locate on Stony Point for a little 
while. I had some good shooting there 
a few years ago.” 
Jim hesitated a moment and re- 
marked, “Well, it’s alright with me, but 
I don’t know whether he will work for 
strangers.” 
“Oh, he knows me. We’re keen 
friends already,” says our legal light. 
And he immediately loaded himself up 
with gun, shells and decoys, and the 
combined weight almost made him stag- 
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said 
It will identify you. 
ger. After he had disappeared around 
a bend in the lake shore, Jim gave me 
a queer look and said, “Come on.” 
“Where to?” I asked. 
“To Stony Point,” he replied. 
mind your gun.” 
Jim walked fast and took a round- 
about road. We soon found ourselves 
on a large flat rock overlooking the 
point from where Harvard intended to 
shoot. Harvard was still some distance 
from the lake shore and as we watched 
his approach a large redhead came 
straight over him from off the lake. He 
dropped his shells and decoys and folded 
that duck up neatly with the first shot. 
It was certainly a dandy exhibition of 
shooting under difficulites, and several 
whispered words of praise passed be- 
tween Jim and me as we lay flat on our 
rock, 
“Never 
ARVARD arrived at his blind with 
a steady flow of conversation. 
“Come on, ol’ top. You and I are go- 
ing to be great pals. Some combina- 
tion, you and me. I bring ’em down and 
you bring ’em in. Some sport you and 
I are goin’ to have, eh, ol’ sport. I 
bring ’em down and you bring ’em in.” 
With a steady flow of this chatter he 
proceeded to deposit the decoys on the 
ground, after which he examined care- 
fully the anchor on each decoy. Sev- 
eral stone blinds had been made and 
in one of these Harvard placed his gun, 
shells and the redhead duck, and then 
tried to entice his retriever into said 
blind. Nothing doing! 
“Alright, stay out until I throw these 
decoys out. Then we will sit nice and 
cozy in our little blind and have some 
fun, eh, ol’ top?” 
Harvard selected a decoy and plac- 
ing it with anchor and cord carefully in 
one hand, gave it a mighty heave out 
into the lake. It struck with a splash. 
So did Don, and with great strides he 
was on his way to that decoy. 
“Hey! Where you goin’? Come back 
here, I tell you! Come here! Come 
here!” 
But Don had ideas of his own, and in 
a few seconds he was back on shore with 
the decoy which he dropped, and shook 
himself, splashing water all over Har- 
vard. Then he danced around with a 
few barks and waited for more. Har- 
vard tried again, this time holding Don 
by the collar. This worked alright until 
the collar was released, when away 
went Don and returned with the decoy. 
Jim was struggling with suppressed 
chuckles. 
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