If you ask me where I got the old axe hanging on my basement wall, you’ll probably laugh when I reply that my bird dog brought it home.

Actually, someone lost the axe in an alder covert last fall and Dram sniffed it out when I was looking for woodcock. It was the first time I ever had a dog retrieve an axe, which he sort of did when he dragged it out of a thicket by its handle.

Why am I going on about an axe my dog found? Is it an antique, a collector’s item? A one-of-a-kind axe worth a small fortune?

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