I'm with your neighbors Frenchy, heresy, pure heresy.
I used to have a male beagle that I would hunt with here around the house, every time he got a wiff of deer, his nose would go straight up in the air, his bark would change, and he was off like a shot, after the first half a dozen times he took off on deer, I pretty much knew which way they would head, I'd run back to the house and hop in my truck and drive to the next road, pretty soon the deer would cross, and a couple minutes later here would come my dog, soon as he saw me he'd tuck his tail between his legs and look all innocent like, and none of those deer were wounded I tell ya. Never could break him from runnin deer.
larry