Oops! Wrong Dog!

One of the truly fun things about waterfowl hunting is that you get all kinds of ammunition to make fun of your hunting buddies. Unfortunately, I find myself providing fuel for their fires upon occasion, so I rarely miss an opportunity to share the wealth!

On this particular occasion, my only regret is that I was unable to be in attendance. I had to get the story second hand. That does not make it any less hilarious though! A little background for the story will be helpful. You see, my buddy Randy was the owner of both of my dog's (Gunner's) parents. Lacey was a beautiful black Lab. She was of the "American" variety, characterized by having a more narrow head and long legs. The father is a majestic looking chocolate Lab, Hunter. He is more of the "British" version with the big block head and stocky build.

Father (Chocolate) and son (yellow)

 Unfortunately Lacey was tragically killed. Randy.s daughter, having grown up around labs, decided  she wanted a dog at college. She got a black female Lab. Strangely her father is taking care of the dog. I am not sure this was coincidence! Anyway, Randy has two dogs again!

One morning Randy got up ridiculously early to get a "good spot" on Buckeye Lake.  Randy got up and let the dogs out while he got dressed for the bitter cold December wind chills. He grabbed his Benelli SBE and headed out the door. He called load up Hunter, and the two of them were off to the lake! Our fellow waterfowler, Matt, met Randy at the dock. Randy put the boat in and Matt tied it up. It was a race to the duck spots. It happens every Saturday. There were already three boats on the water, one guy launching on the other ramp and two more waiting in line. Randy drove to the closest parking spot while Matt started the 25 HP 4 stroke motor. Randy made a brisk walk to the dock with the dog when he looked down and said the words, "oops wrong dog". Instead of his trusty companion, Hunter, somehow Anna made her way out of the house and into the truck.

Oh well, Anna is here and the boys are hunting, so, Anna is hunting. The guys got their camo Polar Kraft headed for their favorite spot. They got their 80 fakes out in the water plus 5 Mojo stands. The next step is always to pop up the Avery Quick Set Blind and have a brownie with a chocolate milk chaser! All is right with Randy's world when he is sitting in his duck boat with his chocolate milk freezing at it runs down his beard. The three of them sat quietly as the boat gently rocked with the waves. The dog looked surprised when the two hunters pulled up their face masks and loaded their guns. I am not sure what she expected. Did she think Randy was really a bank robber? Suddenly three fat drake mallards appeared cupped over the decoys. Six times the guns roared and ducks lay in the water, but the dog made a mad dash to try and hide under one of the pedestal seats! Before the "Men in Green" could untie and retrieve their game (since obviously no canine in the boat would help) more ducks appeared. I can imagine the dog thinking, "These two men are quacking like ducks! What else could go wrong?" The immediate bark of the 12 gauge shotguns was it! It was more than she could take! She jumped over the blind and hit the ground running. Randy looked for her and called out for 10 minutes! He finally found her and walked her back to the boat. If that wasn't bad enough they did it all again 10 minutes later! One of them was a slow learner!

Matt and Randy finally had enough. They took her back to the truck and everyone was happy. I could just hear that poor traumatized dog on the back seat saying, "Bet your butt, 'wrong dog'!"