Many moons ago my buddy Dan had a Quail dog that could count. Yep.

I thought it was bull until we too the dog out to to field trial. He definitely proved the dog could count. Yep.

When we got to the field in Treasvant, Tn., he released the dog. It was sage weed so you could hear the dog hustling through the grass. Before long the dog returned and jumped up on me. I pushed him off. The dog then pawed my leg a couple of times. It told my buddy Dan the dog was a retard, but Dan said the dog was telling me that there were 2 birds in this grass. I was skeptical, but we walked up two bob whites.

We went over to another field that had wheat straw and before long that dog returned and pawed me four times. Naw. How could this be? Well, sure enough, we kicked up 4 more quail.

We then went to the back of the farm field and the dog hit the trail in a wide ditch. The dog was gone a long time.

When the dog finally returned, his tongue was hanging out and he was panting hard. This crazy dog ran up to me and started humping my leg. That end it, so I thought.

I told Dan his dog is a retard, but Dan said no he ain't. Dan told me what the dog was saying was that there were so many friggin' birds, he couldn't count them all.

Yep.

haha, That's funny right there, I don't care who you are.