I just finished reading The Phantom Setter for about the eleventeenth time. Its a short story by Robert Murphy. I found it in a collection of hunting dog stories called For the Love of a Dog by Wilderness Adventure Press.
I've not come across a better story that shows why people like me that like wood and blued steel (or color case hardened!) hunt. The dog also reminds me of a woman I knew once. No, I don't mean in the looks department either.
Google it, buy whatever book you can find that includes it and read it. You'll understand.