"It is now several more autumns that you have walked those mountain saddles and aspen whips and windswept plains without her. There have been other dogs and other hunters, and sometimes you have walked alone. But not too often because you find yourself looking for a white setter with black speckling to check back with you. She was right here, wasn't she? And only a moment ago. When she does not return, you realize she is on point somewhere else. You just have not found her, yet."
"Owned and Disowned by Hunting Dogs"
A Breed Apart—A Tribute to the Hunting Dogs That Own Our Souls, 1993