Putting Food On The Table – Upland Game
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4 October 2017
circa 1978 An homage to my hunting dog, Maisy. She was a delightful companion, a great friend, and a hunting dog par excellence. If we failed to get our limit, she was never at fault. The Gun Dog Naught equals the tang of autumn air Ere winter’s wind sets the leaves asail Urging the gun dog with joyful ploy To seek the quarry, the wily quail. Pursuing the search with tireless zest With vibrant tail, a staccato beat Running gracefully with rhythmic style Scenting…
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