You came along at a time when life couldn’t be more chaotic but you provided exactly what I needed. Sheryle Tepp and I picked you out of Greg Wegler’s Kayla litter with Touchdown Kid and you stood out so elegantly from the pack. We embarked on your bird dog career and did amazing things until you were diagnosed with Heartworm and had to be treated at 1 year old with the most evil chemicals to heal you. It’s why you lived such a brief life but we lived it to the fullest when you got back on your paws. Birds in Montana, Idaho, Oregon and Nevada knew you by the big running red dog. With time, Our reputation grew and we were asked to be interviewed for an article on Women and their Dogs in hunting for a European magazine which is how we got those fabulous pics of you with that mallard at sunset. From the first time I cut you loose in a CRP at 7 months old, I knew you’d be special and change my life. Your 800 yard find of wild chukar on an Oregon mountainside followed up with an epic wounded bird track and retrieve at 10 months sealed the deal for me as I realized you were special. Our move to Montana built your faith that all bushes were bird pez dispensers which took you to the furthest edges of the fields. Water was no obstacle and in fact yet another adventure to be explored for birds. When you discovered the art of goose and duck hunting, I was so amazed at your natural ability to sit quietly in a blind waiting for birds to set their wings and guns go off. This led us to be invited on the DUTV hunting show where you shocked and surprised the most hardcore duck hunter with your 38 mallard retrieves in a short morning duck hunt. Nothing escaped that day...

sharptail grouse were your favorite though. While you’d be Surfing the wind across the prairie, we always knew how your laser beam nose was triangulating the coveys of sharps and we always trusted that nose if you were cutting across the wind. From dove hunting to duck hunting, nothing got by you. My only Montana Hungarian partridge limit was accomplished because of your amazing way you always worked birds. We lived our hunting life fast and furiously as if we only had a few days left on earth and I’m glad we did. You were always the dog that got selected to be our bird finder.... my A team....it was almost insane to leave you behind because we knew it was guaranteed harvests when you were on the ground. Your love for Raven and Josie was special and Raven will be missing you. Our quiet times were so special as you loved to perch yourself on our laps... just don’t pet your head. Your wonderful Roooooooooo! Will be missed. All the accolades, titles, or special achievements in the world could not compare to the countless days of joy you’ve given me. Run free, find birds my sweet BooBoo.