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Chief wasn’t that bad, he would settle down after they got set up in the blind, and he did retrieve. That sounds more like the german shorthaired pointer my dad’s uncle had. My dad tells me stories about him. His name was Deuce, they would take him pheasant hunting, but my dad’s uncle would just keep him in the backyard the rest of the year and wouldn’t work with him. They got to the pheasant field and he let Deuce out of his crate, he would take off across the field and they would watch all the pheasants fly off in the distance! His uncle would yell, “Deuce!!!! Deuce!!!!!!!! Get back here!!!!” I guess if he was stuck in the yard all year, he was going to stretch his legs when he could! My dad had a lab that was well trained, its a shame Deuce got ignored or they could’ve been an awesome pointing flushing team. Deuce was in the back of the truck one time on a leash, when he hopped out and got dragged down the road, scraped his feet pretty bad. Poor Deuce, he had a sad life. My dad tells me he regrets not taking Deuce along when he trained his lab, and turn him into a real hunting dog. My dad’s uncle introduced him to hunting, but he was clueless about dogs!I remember a hunt probably over 35 years ago where the guy in the hunting spot across from us had a completely untrained lab named "Flash". The dog was running all over the place completely ignoring his owner. I think this guy thought that since he had a lab it should know how to duck hunt with no training. Almost all day this guy was yelling at his dog and chasing it around. At first it PO'ed us but after a while it got to where it was so funny we were almost pissing ourselves we were laughing so hard. It was memorable, which is why I still remember the dog's name after all these years...that, and the fact that we must have heard him yelling the name about 400 times that day.