The National — As Seen By A Handler

Here we go
Three hours down
Please birds move
Come out of the woods

If you stay put
Where you roosted
In that stick stuff
My dog won’t point you

So come out here please
To eat the grain
That’s been scattered here
For you to eat

An hour down
Ain’t pointed one
Shall I pick up
Or go on?

Point!
My cap’s up
He’s flagging
Got to whistle him up

Has he got a rat?
I sure hope not
Relocate please
Yes, he’s stopped again

Well I stomped plenty
But he’s still tight
One more stomp
Under his nose

Yes
One bird there
Finally flew
Maybe they’ll move now

Let’s water him now
Scout, turn him loose when I get on my horse
One whistle blast
Get out there dog

Make a good cast
Find some birds and
Point em’!