Hehe, when Henry hunts, he goes where he is sent until he flushes his first bird, upon which he vanishes off in a state of high excitement to look for more all by himself
Meanwhile, I will be stuck in some brambles or slithering about in the mud, clad in a super sexy wax jacket, waterproof trousers, wellies and a bushman's hat (all caked in mud) with bits of twig in my hair and mud on my face, hoping to catch a glimpse of my dog every once in a while!
Fortunately the shoot know him, so they just tell me when I can let him loose to do his worst, otherwise he stays on a lead
Nose to the ground, eyes shining, tail going nineteen to the dozen, big grin on his face - it's the happiest I think he ever is, and he's a generally jolly little lad anyway