Joe

Another season has started and he's ready to go. For the Bobwhite Quail is this hunters foe. He's one beautiful dog,but he's not for show, for not many of birds have out smarted old-Joe. He's been lying in the yard now for months on end just waiting and waiting for a hunt to begin. I'll walk up to Joe and say "It's time to hunt Quail" then I'll open my tailgate and let out a yell! Old Joe goes from sleeping to straight on his feet, for this is one bird dog no other can beat. I'll just smile and rub on his back for I've seen Joe point to many to sack. Old Joe has a gift like no other dog. He once pinned a whole cubby inside of a log. He looks like a pirate chasing after his loot. Sometimes he'll just catch them and I won't get to shoot. People use to ask me wherever we went where I had found Joe and how much had I spent. I would just smile and say,"I don't really know" for no one could have my secret to Joe. See now days men just scream and they holler at beaten down dogs all strapped with tight collars. If's it's a bird dog you've got and are trying to reach, first you show love then you go teach. A dog has to love what he's doing inside or else he won't hunt,he'll just run off and hide. For Joe's the best bird dog there ever will be 'cause I have loved Joe and he has loved me.