My most memorable was the day I went hunting in upstate NYS with a couple of friends on some little cornfields and brushy gullies near the Mohawk River. I had just retired in 2006 and my older brother had given me a Ruger Gold Label SxS with pistol grip stock, knowing that I don't do well with "English" stocks.
I had only fired this gun in a couple of rounds of informal trap, never at a bird. My friend was taking his new Choco Lab pup out for a first hunt after a summer of field training. Dog had literally never retrieved a wild bird.
Took about 25 steps out of the truck down a corn row and a phez cock towered up out of the corn and tried to top an oak tree growing out of the bottom of the deep gully along the corn. I reacted before anybody else could and dropped him at the top of his trajectory with a high-base 6.
By the time I had got ready to climb down the 8' near vertical bank of the gully and start searching among the blackberries, here comes my friend's Lab pup with the big old rooster in his mouth. And he even lets me have it--no tug-of-war or coy "keep-away game," either! Couldn't believe it.
Rest of the day was fun, but a little anti-climactic for me. Missed another rooster, an easier shot, too. But nailed a ruffy in the deep jungle of a woodlot edge, and the pup retrieved that one perfectly too.
Good day: no injuries, everybody scored on a bird or so, and we were all very proud of my friend's Lab, who served for many years after and is just now gone to his long home.
Needless to say, I still have and shoot the Gold Label.
