Several years later my husband and my sister and her husband all went grouse hunting. Never having taken the dog because we didn't want Dutch to scare the birds, Dutch was usually home. This time he was in the car when my husband shot a grouse, my brother-in-law let Dutch out of the car. Dutch went to my husband's feet and looked up at him. My husband pointed toward the bird, Dutch ran, picked it up and came back an dropped it at Dan's feet. We were amazed, no one had taught him this, it was just in him.