Me an the dogs had been laying around getting fat, to much swanning around on the boat drinking wine and eating cheese. The forecast wasn't great for the next day though, 50 Knots, so slept in a little, drawing the curtains around 7.30 to not a breath of wind and a clear sky, feeling a little guilty now I set about getting my hunting gear together, then let the dogs off. We were soon on the water in my little dingy heading for a likely spot, arriving after 9am,  shit the day was nearly over, talk about a late start, but as there are a lot of deer around I thought we might be able to get a little training into the pup, who had been spending a lot of time and energy chasing them lately. Climbing the hill I had all the dogs loose, soon they were heading in all directions, Puk seemed to be stationary about 200 meters away so I decided to make for her, being a holder she never barks so if she has stopped it normally means she has a mouth pull of pork, soon we were wrestling with ...