That a picture I took of Cody when he was in his prime six or so years ago. Our trainer said that Cody was the only dog he ever knew who had too much drive. That drive hurt him in the field trial game where it has to be balanced with reasoning. Cody wasn't about reasoning, he was all about getting the bird, no matter how far, how difficult, cold, dangerous it was, it didn't matter he was going to get it and bring it back to me period.
Once we were hunting on the north shore of Flathead lake in an area where you can either hunt the lakeshore facing the lake or a connected slough facing away from the lake. I left Cody with a hunting buddy on the lake while I waded into this slough to do a little hunting. My buddy shot a cripple that sailed way out into the lake then swam for the middle, the lake is twenty miles across at that point. Well my buddy could stop Cody who just took off, I was out of ear reach and Cody was a little speck when some other hunters hopped in their boat and picked up over a mile offshore still following that very healthy duck. I'm glad I didn't know about it until the boat was on the way in with Cody and the duck they sluiced for Cody to pick up.