Once I realised he was getting further with every second I dithered around watching him until it was time to open the door and let the hound out to do her job.
Despite the fact that Kiera had already completed numerous retrieves in a fast-flowing icy cold river and wasted precious energy dealing to three possums whilst I was putting out the morning decoys, she unceremoniously barged past me and bolted straight to the water's edge.
By the time she reached the bank her keen eyes had picked up the struggling drake and with an even bigger splash than that of the duck, who was now a good 50 metres away, set off in hot pursuit.
It's always a thrilling sight to watch a good determined dog in action and with the elevated height of this particular blind I was well and truly in the boy seat to watch the action unfold.
Webbed feet were no match for four Strong legs and soon Kiera was within catching distance of the tenacious drake. Just when I thought she was within pouncing. I could see that when he went down, he was within submarine distance of the river's edge,so I was expecting him to be tucked up in some of the vegetation on the far bank.
