Well said, Scott !

Your story reminded me of the time we got pulled over in S. Dakota. The trooper walked up and said, " Any reason you're driving so fast ? "

Foots said, " I guess I was just admiring the beautiful, wide open scenery, and didn't realize how fast I was going. "

The Trooper said, " Yeah, you can watch your dog run off for three days. "

No warning that time, just a speeding ticket.

On the second day we were up there, Foots needed one more pheasant. He was on the other side of the draw from me, when I heard him shoot. One shot. I figured we were all headed to the truck for a cold beer.

When I got over there, he was standing next to a White Tailed jack rabbit the weighed about 12 pounds. He looked at me and said, " I HAD to shoot it ! I thought I was being attacked by a badger ! "

Somewhere, I have a pic of him and that " badger ". I'll have to look for it and see if I / we can get it posted.

I'm pretty sure that the memories will be occupying my mind for quite a while.

Some day brother, we'll enjoy another " A - number one gas station sammich " together.