Bob Riepenhoff; a Morsel of Fortune; Hunt Nets Woodcock

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Three Lakes - It was the last hour of daylight on the second day of our North Woods grouse hunt last weekend and Cody, my golden retriever, didn't have quite as much spring in his step as when we'd started out.

I knew how he felt. We'd covered a lot of miles and busted a lot of brush and didn't have much to show for our efforts besides aching muscles.

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Bob Riepenhoff; a Morsel of Fortune; Hunt Nets Woodcock

All of a sudden, Cody perked up. He left the trail and plunged into the forest cover, tail wagging, as if something had grabbed him by the nose. He picked up the pace, fast-tracking and turning in quick angles.

I heard ...

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