My brother had an Irish setter...so you know what sort of attention our "commands" got! When others in Vietnam had playmates-of-the-month on their locker doors, he had his photos of his dog. Anyway, I was walking her in the yard one day when she went into a perfect point, took two steps, pointed again, three steps to flush -- and then snatched that ol' fly right out of the air and ate it.

Only dog I ever knew who pointed, flushed, and ate flies. And while she'd been to obedience school, she never learned that there!