This has been tough for us.  On January 29, 2016, the best hunting dog the Rogers family has ever had the honor to hunt and live with left us.  Junior was 11 and a half years old, and had tons of hours and miles in the woods under his belt.  He was an expert on grouse, woodcock, pheasant, quail, whatever you wanted.  He was a bird-finding machine and had an insatiable desire to please.  If you were in a bird-slump, all you needed to do was get Junior out of the box and lace your boots up, because things were about to get fun.

Junior carried well the Jim tradition, and has passed it on to several excellent young block-headed setters still running the woods.  Some of you guys may have had the opportunity to hunt with Junior and you know how special a dog he was.  To the others who never got that chance, go find one of his young’uns and fill your vest with shells cause you’ll have fun.

It is with heavy heart that I have to say goodbye, Junior.  You were the best I’ve ever seen.  Hunt ’em up!