Bart, the Basset Hound.
He was a farting, food stealing, digging up the yard, girl chasing, pick-up seat trashing, window smearing, shoe eating, tracking machine.
Out of desperation, he was called out to see what he could do on a lost deer hit with a .243.
The buck of a lifetime, for a seventy yr old lady
who had a PERFECT record of never hitting and not recovering an animal.
He was my rabbit dog, and I was worried it would ruin him for rabbits. But we had to try.
Long story short, with only her word that she was sure her bullet connected, we found her double beamed 20 inch 11 point, two hundred yards from where he was hit. No blood sign or hair whatsoever. Gut shot.
He just figured out what we were up to and did it.
From that point on, he went on all the blood trails I could get involved in. He recovered at least a dozen deer that would have been tough if not impossible to find. It taught me that severely wounded deer WILL NOT travel more than 250 yds, before laying down, and if you back out and give them time, and not push them, that is where you will find them. It also taught me that if a deer is pushed from its first bed, there is no telling how far it will travel before stopping.
He was always restrained with a harness, and when he trailed, he would not sound out loud, only wimpers and groans. Sometimes he could "sense" a deers location, and often look to the direction of the deer before we got to it, as he was tracking. Often he would stop, twenty to thirty feet away, and go no further. Especially if the deer was still alive.
For some reason, good dogs don`t seem to live long.
I can see the benefit, of smaller dogs as trackers. I have a daschound, who will be old enough next yr to start, and see what she will do.