As a kid growing up in Yakima, I hunted those little rockets for years without a dog. It was always a productive hunt, exciting when the covey explodes without any warning. I’d walk through the neighborhood after school, carrying my 20 gauge, no one looked twice. Try that now! As for aging hunting partners, Grits will be 13 next month, she’s been retired since we moved south. She gets excited when I bring the retrieving bumper out. I throw it a couple of times, She retrieves it, then she lays down to watch the neighborhood. Sleeps a lot more now, too. I’m dreading “that day”. Good post, Roger.