My 11 year old female lab (Lena) has a great nose. I could have found two of the three without the dog, but the third bird I would have lost for sure. It was still alive when Lena brought it back to me. I had shot it's tail off when it launched itself out of the fir thicket, but I watched it carefully, marked the last spot I saw it and headed that way. When I reached the spot, Lena found the bird thirty yards away under a deadfall. I was really hoping to bag a few mountain quail, but they were elusive as usual.