This is one of my favorite photographs, our good friend Marc Beauchamp
had just harvested a nice wild Dakota rooster, which promptly disappeared
in to the tall grass. Rebel ran over and ran in what appeared to me to be
the completely wrong direction only to return with Marc's bird in her mouth.
This was Rebel's first wild bird on a hunt. I have learned to trust the
retrievers nose even when they appear to be lost-as some one said the only
birds I have ever smelled were in the oven- If you have a good dog, trust it!