I had a little beagle named Maggie. Such a wonderful little Dog. She had great conformation and was an awesome hunter.
She went everywhere with me. Maggie would retrieve doves during dove season, which is rare to get a dog to bring doves back...dogs seem to hate that mouthful of feathers. And she loved to run down pheasants in the fall, but she got spurred one time by a big Colorado rooster. After that she'd just sit on them and wait for me to come and get them.
I really enjoyed taking her down on the sloughs in winter and hunting Ducks and Geese. If the water wasn't too deep she'd go get 'em for me, otherwise she'd sit on the bank, running back and forth; howling and barking to let know where they were. I had to get them quick or she'd scare away everything within 3 counties.
We ran a trapline together in the fall for many years. I took several beatiful Coyotes because she let me know that they were there, when I didn't have a clue.
But she really came into her own when we hunted rabbits and squirrels together. With squirrels, she'd follow them from tree to tree, barking and howlling the whole time. The squirrel would be so focussed on Maggie that I could easily slip into a nice position for a sure shot with my little .32 calibre smokepole.
Great little Dog, great little friend; I miss her much.