A cowbell clangs wildly as the dog frantically scours the woods for game. Then suddenly, the woods fall silent. His sensitive snout is onto something.
The English setter, named Lars, stands perfectly still, nose pointed at the bird a few feet in front of him on the ground. In a flurry of beating wings, Earl Johnson flushes the woodcock and takes the shot. A miss.
"That's why they call it hunting and not shooting," he says.
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