The shadows were getting long at the end of day mostly devoted to getting my young French Brittany, Remy, some work. We were headed back to my truck and I decided to walk thru an area I hadn’t hunted all season. We hadn’t gone in there too far when Remy started acting birdy and soon locked down. I walked into where I thought the birds might be but nothing was there. I called Remy off the point and he eased down a bit before locking down again, this time with certainty. It was a beautiful flush and I hit one but not well. The bird landed in an old cedar tree blow down. Remy’s effort to find and ultimately get him out was about the highlight.