Here is one regret I do have: last fall, on what turned out to be his last point in the field, my gun misfired and it was my fault. Ike was good for about 20 minutes of hunting a day last year. One morning he pointed the only covey of quail I saw in Iowa all season. It was in a foodplot of standing corn, and I could see the birds on the ground and my dog downwind and locked up, tail held low in that old-timey setter way of his. I stepped into midst of them, the air filled with bobwhites, I picked one, and my new gun went "click."