I used to hunt pheasants with 2 german shorthairs (mother and son). When we were in the field they went where I wanted them to but when they got the "scent" all of a sudden they were in charge. the only time "we" screwed up was when "I" didn't trust their nose and tried to point them in another direction. Missed more than a few chances doing that. After they were gone I hunted with 2 springers. Both hunted great but one was a helper in the shop, the other couldn't care less. The helper was under the car with me or climbing on the fender dying to help. Either that or he was trying to figure out what the hell I was doing. I know this is some what off the subject but couldn't resist. I now have a Jack russell who thinks I work for her. Those with Jack russells know what I mean.

Jack.