The morning’s hunt had started slow, but now I had an Aleutian goose down and Lola was after it. I decided to give it a finishing shot. The first attempt didn’t do the job so I fired again. The goose slowed and Lola had it in her grasp.
She hauled it ashore and I was impressed. But, my shots had stirred up more geese and they were headed in my direction. I decided to lay down and hope the snow geese would keep coming. There were lots of them, who knows how many, and they were low enough for a shot.
I rose to my knees and fired. Down went the first. I fired again and a second goose sailed down over the rise. My third shot was a miss. It’s not often I get a chance for a triple.
Lola was on the first goose and soon had it ashore and in my grasp. I enthusiatically greeted her to show my appreciation. Dropping the goose with the Aleutian, we headed over the sand hill towards the crippled snow. At about 150 yards I could see it standing and watching our approach.
A few yards later, Lola also spotted the goose. She was off like a white streak. As she approached the goose, it turned and began to run. The running led to a spreading of wings and just as Lola approached it was airborne.
Now losing ground, Lola continued in hot pursuit. The goose was now about six feet off the ground and crossing a wide ditch. It didn’t stop Lola – she leaped it at full speed. The goose sailed down in the next corn stubble afte flying about 75 yards and Lola was all over it.
I could see her coming, goose in mouth. She ran to the ditch, took a few steps right, then a few steps left and then she climbed in and out running to me at full speed. What a thrill – and this was the dog that wouldn’t retrieve.
Before the hunt was over I’d knocked five geese down and Lola had responded with five solid retrieves – two in water and three on dry ground. I think my dog is now a retriever.