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The old fellah points to a spruce copse and the world's best bird dog runs in, comes out a couple of minutes later and makes three paw marks in the dirt to indicate three spruce partridge. The disbelieving sport is offered the shotgun to go in and check and, sure enough, there are three spruce.

Down the road, the dog is motioned into a big pine thicket and, upon his return, he barks five times to indicate five birch partridge. Not only can he count, but he can discern types of partridge ? When the sport goes in, he routs five birch.

They get to an alder swale edged with apple trees. When the dog returns after about ten minutes, he's frothing at the mouth, breathing heavily and begins to rip and tear at an alder branch, shaking it visciously. Old fellah says, "There's more birds in there than you can shake a stick at."


When the sport is about to shoot a treed racoon, the old fellah says not to waste ammo and shakes the coon from the tree, whereupon Old Blue tears into the coon and devours it. Next one has to be prodded from the tree with a stick and Old Blue does it in with two bites of his powerful jaws. The next coon has such a hold that the old fellah has to climb right out on the branch with the coon. The branch breaks and the old fellah yells, "Shoot Old Bluuuuue !"