Defining Moment // An Eagle Nest hunter shot a pair of ringnecks over Duke's point. One dropped stone-dead. The wing-clipped bird hit the ground running. While Duke delivered the first bird, shooter and guide watched the second bird race over a stream bank into head-high grass, where he disappeared. With little hope, Shirley sent Duke into the fray. Nose down, he carefully followed foot scent down, back, up, around and into the thicket. Onlookers heard the rustle of grass, pause, rustle, pounce, and a deliberate return. No running, no bounding, no victory lap, just a humble rendering of a job well done. It was his first double, and each has been as unremarkable in style, but completed per the work order.