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12-27-2002, 16:15
A General retired after 35 years and realized a life-long dream of
buying a bird-hunting estate in South Dakota. He invited an old
friend to visit for a week of pheasant shooting. The friend was in
awe of the General's new bird dog, "Sarge".
The dog could point, flush and retrieve with the very best, and
the friend offered to buy the dog at any price. The General
declined, saying that Sarge was the very best bird dog he had ever
owned and that he wouldn't part with him at any price.
A year later the same friend returned for another week of hunting
and was surprised to find the General breaking in a new dog. "What
happened to ole "Sarge?" he asked.
"Had to shoot him," grumbled the General. "A friend came to hunt
with me and couldn't remember the dog's name. He kept calling him
Colonel. After that, all he would do was sit on his ass and bark."
buying a bird-hunting estate in South Dakota. He invited an old
friend to visit for a week of pheasant shooting. The friend was in
awe of the General's new bird dog, "Sarge".
The dog could point, flush and retrieve with the very best, and
the friend offered to buy the dog at any price. The General
declined, saying that Sarge was the very best bird dog he had ever
owned and that he wouldn't part with him at any price.
A year later the same friend returned for another week of hunting
and was surprised to find the General breaking in a new dog. "What
happened to ole "Sarge?" he asked.
"Had to shoot him," grumbled the General. "A friend came to hunt
with me and couldn't remember the dog's name. He kept calling him
Colonel. After that, all he would do was sit on his ass and bark."