The first wild bird I shot over my Springer pup Tucker this year was a Sharptail that flushed way out and I made a poor shot. I knew I hit it though as it almost touched the ground before gain some altitude and finally setting in a plumb bush about 400 yards away. Pup never saw the flush or it land but I marked it well. Brought the young guy to the plumb and released him down wind from where I though the bird was. All hell broke loose and out came one very proud puppy. Upon cleaning the bird I only found a single pellet in a wing and the bone was not broken. Tucker is going to work out just fine and that bird was all him.
