It was Bo's first day of hunting at 7 months old. We were in the eastern Sandhills and she flushed a broken flock of sharpies from a sidehill just yards from the truck. I dropped a pair of birds which she surprisingly brought to hand. Well, she'd never seen a wild bird or even held a bird before so she probably wasn't sure what else to do with one. I'm sure before long she'll practice the keep away game when she realizes that I really want that bird in hand so we can keep hunting!