About 25 years back I had a basset hound. Not a nice dog at all. It would try to kill you if you sat on the couch with her. It would growl at anyone that looked at her food. I am surprized she never bit the kids. She loved retrieving out of water. But man that dog could hunt. One day I was going to take her out I grabbed my heavy Hill bunny bow, opened the back door of my car, she jumped in. Before I could get in the car she pooped in the back seat. On that day she ran over 20 rabbits, I got 5 of them. On that same day, the day after pheasant season closed, she locked up and pointed two cock pheasants, they were 12 feet from me and two feet from her. On the way back to the car she sniffed the wind and took off. A quarter mile across a field, she jumped a jack rabbit and ran it past me twice. On the second pass, she looked at me not shooting and gave a "what the hell?" look. Jack rabbit season was not open. When I finally got back to the car she would not go in. There were hen pheasants nearby. Finally, I got her to go in the car. Before I could even sit down, once again, she pooped in the back seat. She got run over one day running a rabbit that took off in a straight away run. She was not even a year old when she died.