So old Remi is about as blind as a bat and compared to a "real" retriever, kind a scrub. He was asleep on the front porch a few minutes ago when I shot a crow. Went downstairs to put the gun up and come back up to see him working his patented "Z" pattern through the yard looking for what just died since old dad's gun went off. Within a couple minutes he worked his way to the upper end of the yard and downwind of the crow. When he caught the wind, he bee-lined for the crow, snatched it up and proceeded to drop it off in front of the back door. Not bad for as blind scrub!