Rosco said he’d scout for me
No one else would, so I said thanks
He led Meg out and cut her loose
She grabbed an edge and took it, out of sight
Rosco swung up on his ugly mare
Reined her into woods on right
Next thing I know Meg popped out on the left
Took that edge forward, happy, fast, to my delight
Rosco, nowhere to be seen
Showed his self no more that hour
But Meg kept showing up, up front
And twice pointed and had birds
When time was called
Meg was unseen
“Twenty minutes,” said the judge
I rode for her but had no clue where to look
At nineteen minutes ,
Rosco hollered, “Point”
I rode to him with the judge behind
There stood Meg, pointing birds again
And free of mud though mud was all around
I jumped off and flushed
The birds rose and Meg stayed put
Judge asked Roscoe, “How she get here mud free?”
Roscoe smiled and said, “Beats me”
As we rode in, Meg on Roscoe’s pommel
Judge asked him again about the mud
Roscoe smiled and said,
“Still don’t know but I know this —
You cannot judge what you didn’t see”
Judge grinned and I looked away
Not wanting my grin to be of record
Judges conferred fifteen minutes, then announced
“Meg Champion, no Runner Up”
I gave Roscoe a double cut
Of that purse, said
“You earned it, sure enough”
Roscoe said, “Thank my horse, she carried the load”
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