I wish
I could see once more
Pete Hicks turn loose Big Jack
At Chinquapin where he won in ‘87
See him ride out slow
Singing low
In touch with his dog
Trusting one another as they go
Down the course
Where they know
There will be birds to point aplenty
And all they need to do
Is what God guides them to
Hunt through the country
Through the wire grass
Over the sand
Until the scent of quail
Stops Big Jack
And Pete rides to him and swings down
Hobbles in front watches the birds fly and fires
Limps back and takes Jack by the collar
Waters him and leads him two steps forward
Turns him loose watches him leave seeking more