I had a big male chocky back when I was younger and before I ever duck hunted. That dude some drive. He started with tennis balls and then my buddy bought him a trainer duck one day. Coulda kicked my buddies azz for that cause that dog was obsessed with that dang duck. Our old property was bordered by a big hill and I could throw a tennis ball off that hill and through the woods then send Brother. He wouldn't come home without that ball. Sometimes I didn't have time to get a beer and come back but sometimes it was a six pack before he returned. He always found that ball but wouldn't come back until he did.
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