Hunters like to tell about the bird dog that once pointed a pike in a pool. When the pike was caught and opened, it contained a partridge. A fish story? Probably. But last week, as 10 million hunters expectantly tramped out across the golden fields for the start of the upland bird season, the lucky man was the one with a dog—a good, solid, well-trained pooch to find the bird, wait patiently until the master is ready, then retrieve in tail-wagging triumph.
Not that birds are scarce. South Dakota alone has more than 14...
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