I generally hunt in the evenings for 30-45 minutes and rarely shoot more than one bird for the table. The last day of the pheasant season, Annie, my EB was working a mixture of Multiflora Roses and Reed Canary Grass. I was on high ground and couldn't see her, but could track her progress by the sound of her bell and the movement from the tops of the grass.
After her bell went quiet and the grass quit moving, I waited. I was about to throw a rock into the tangle when Annie bolted out the cover and ran along the edges for about 25 yards and then dove into the heavy stuff, but this time she was coming to me.
Her bell sounded for a few seconds and then all was quiet and I could see her head and shoulders in the Multiflora Roses. She was in a classic pointing stance, left leg up and what I could see of her body was stretched out towards the hidden bird, but this time she facing the opposite direction from her original point. Our eyes met and we had an instant understanding.
As I stood there with a smile on my face the rooster cackled and went airborne. I shot and the bird folded, dead in the air.
I asked Annie to fetch and as soon as I said it I knew there was going to be a problem. The fence that she had to go through is a very tight 7 strand barbed wire fence with only about 6" of space between the wires.
She was able to get through the fence and scooped up the bird. Getting back was difficult with the bird in her mouth. She managed and added a few more rips to her vest, delivering the bird to me with tail buzzing.
Annie was not just hunting, but " Hunting To The Gun," the epitome of a working bird dog.
We had the rooster for Thanksgiving.
While the pic is not very good photography, I will always remember her performance.
The gun is a #2 AyA and the brass hull is a RMC 2 3/4" 16 Ga..

Jim