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Request you both to cut it out and let the jokes go on for better and worse without personal attacks about or within the jokes.

This thread was supposed to be about good natured fun, not personal nastiness

When Ted Shitlin'ferbrains posted this he volunteered to be in my jOke.

Since we were so rudely interrupted....



I'm sorry this hunting jOke went over yer head Mr. Shittle'beans....maybe I should've typed it r e A l . . . s l O w. . . .. .

I don't know any jokes, but I do have a true story you might could use. It happened back in the early 60s when I was 8 years old. I was too small to be allowed to carry a gun, but big enough to tag along on hunts. My father let me be his retriever on dove hunts, but all I could do was watch on quail hunts; retrieving was Rye's job, and Rye was a fine pointer.

It was in the late season and birds were wild, so the first stop that morning was at a tract where a big covey of birds had flushed wild on the previous hunt and flew across the property line, so we didn't even get to hunt the singles. We had no sooner gotten out of the truck when my dad told me that Rye was trailing birds. The big liver and white pointer had his nose to the ground and his tail wagging as he trailed those bird so fast that we couldn't keep up with him. Eventually he went on point in a small brier patch and we hurried up behind him. I was so short that all I could see was Rye's tail sticking up out of the briers.

My dad eased up behind Rye, and I carefully stayed right behind him so he could shoot in any direction. But instead of the big covey getting up, it was just a single bird. My dad quickly dropped him, but Rye remained on point. That was unusual because Rye was trained as a meat dog. Nobody had to tell him to retrieve; he went after the bird as soon as saw him drop. I asked my dad what was happening and he said there were more birds there. Sure enough, another single got up and my dad dropped him, but Rye remained on point. This was repeated again and again until my dad had his limit of 10 birds.

We had never seen anything like this, so my dad eased into the briers as birds continued to get up one at a time. It turned out that Rye was trailing them so fast that the covey panicked and all ran into a rabbit hole. Rye simply put his paw over the hole and was letting the birds out one at a time. My dad to drag him out of the briers so the rest of the covey could escape.

I've always thought this true story could be turned into a good joke. I don't mind at all if you lie and say it happened to you, but please, make sure the dog's name is still Rye. Dogs like him deserve to be remembered.

Very well played, coosa. That's a good one.

SRH

That's almost as good as a guy my dad knew who had a greyhound dog. The dog ran by his car so fast that the guy jumped out of the car to call him back. Problem was the car was still doing 60 mph!!

This is great- The late Havilah Babcock couldn't have done better on his best day afield. Cheers to Rye's memory indeed.

I think that is the winner, coosa. But then, I admit to being pah'tial to jokes about bird dogs and quail.

Best, SRH

Coosa,

Your account of your great day afield with an exceptional pointer is one heck of treasure to have in memory. I'll second RWTF's cheers to Rye. He was a sharp one for sure, bet if you had asked he could have driven you home.

Regards,

Mark