I got in the woods today around 3:00 pm. I hunted several hollows and near dark I heard Gator's beeper sounding off somewhere below me. It took quite a while for me to get down the slippery wet hill but I finally saw him pointing in a tree top on a bank near a creek. I apporached him from the side and stopped. I waited for the bird to flush. Gators tail was flaggings as if he was not sure where the bird was. After standing there for a while I finally moved in front of him. The bird exploded from a cedar tree twenty yards behind us. I turned and missed as the bird crossed from right to left as it flew up the hollow. At the second shot I saw the bird drop. Gator circled but could not locate it. I saw it in plain sight on the ground before me. I kept saying "dead bird", trying to let him find it. After searching for a few minutes he turned toward the bird a pointed it from fifteen yards away. I could feel a little breeze blowing from the bird to him. I tried to get him to move in and pick it up but he would not move. I went to the bird which was still alive and tossed it near him. After smelling it for a while he looked up at me and made a nice retreive. We moved up the hollow and he pointed again in another tree top. I let him point for a while and moved in to flush. Two birds flushed low with no chance for a shot. I didn't follow. A good way to end a season knowing there are birds there.