Birth of a hunting dog Part 5

"Bullet, come here boy!" I heard my master say.
It was early in the morning, right before sun up. Two of the other dogs were lying beside me in the dog house. Their body heat had kept me warm during what had been a cold night.
I slowly walked out of the dog house to the cold group as my master entered the pen.
He was wearing his hunter clothes. He whistled for me to come. I walked out of the pen, still shivering, feeling the cool air.
He poured dry dog food into a bowl and water in another one right beside it.
"Better eat, boy," he said. "We've got a long day ahead."
I munched on the food and lapped up the water as best I could when a truck pulled up. Two men got out.
"So this is your special hunting dog," one of the men said with a laugh.
"He's as good a duck huntin' dog as there is," my master said.
Duck hunting was the great equalizer. All of the other dogs easily outran me on four legs or two when we hunted something else.
But I could easily outswim them.
"I'll put him in the back of the truck with the other dogs and will go," he said, leading to the back of the pickup where an Irish setter and a lab were waiting. If it seemed strange to them to see a naked human "dog" crawl up in back with them, it didn't show.
The back of the truck had a top, so we weren't visible to the outside world as we made a journey of what seemed like about a half hour. The bumps on the road hurt a little bit. The steel bottom was a bit cold.
I was relieved when we stopped and one of the men pulled the door open and whistled for us to jump out, which we did.
The lab took a shit almost immediately after hopping off the truck.
I hiked my leg to a nearby tree.
"Good boy," my master said, patting me on the head.
The three men whispered a bit as we waited in cover waiting for ducks to fly by. They were fascinated by the tale my master gave about how he came to acquire me.
I got a little nervous when one of the men pointed at his lab and said "he humps everything, I may let him hump ole Bullet."
I was relieved when master stopped him.
Suddenly, a gun blast went off.
"Go get it, Bullet!" my master yelled as I followed the two other dogs into the water. I saw where the duck landed, and easily outraced them in the water to the duck.
I picked it up in my mouth. I didn't particulary like the taste of the feathers, but I knew it made the master proud when I brought the duck back in dog-like fashion.
"I've got to hand it to you Bill, he behaves just like a dog," one of the men said.
"He is a dog," master replied.
I rolled onto my back and let master rub me on my belly. The three men laughed.
One of the other men gave me and the other dogs dog biscuits.
"How much would you take for ole Bullet here," the man asked.
"You could offer me thousands of dollars for him and I would refuse," my master said. "He is one special dog."