Happy Birthday

Woody turns 14 years old today, that’s 98 in doggy years. And just like a fine scotch, our association with this well matured companion makes our bones ache like his own, and set our minds wandering to Blasts from the Past.

It seems like only yesterday, or September 16, 1993 to be exact, that Woody became a half-fledged bird dog. It would be some time before he could call himself a grouse dog.

Many of us also became hunters on these weekend repasts. I give you the written record of Geoff’s first point, a covey flush of seven, as duly recorded and never surpassed.