One of our group of four hunters knocked down a redhead pretty early in the morning. It wasn't a solid hit, and when the bird hit the water, it started swimming toward open water. Red, shivering from excitement, got the 'go' sign from his owner-handler, TJ, and dove into the water, swimming hard through the decoys and out after that duck. Soon he was 50 yards out, then 100. As he neared the bird, it took off, trying to fly, staying just feet ahead of its pursuer. 200 yards, 300 - before we knew it, both bird and dog were specks on the horizon.