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Now you need to get her in the bottoms and let her find you some woodcock.
My old yeller dog, now deceased, was jam up on timber doodles. He would work every inch of a cane brake. He always worked close too, keeping an eye on where I was at all times.
I started him young on a long lead and only had to keep the lead on him for two hunts. After that, verbal commands were all I needed to keep him checked in tight, eventually I didn't need those anymore.
Woodcock hunts a great workouts for a dog and it's upland game hunting at it's best.
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