One of my favorite childhood memories was hunting behind my Uncle Richard's pedigreed and registered beagle. She was a fabulous rabbit dog and also learned how to track pheasants. And she loved the attention she got from my cousins when they were children. We missed her when she passed away.
Yep, some great memories. My dad and I hunted railroad tracks. One up high on the tracks the other down low on the inside edge of the field with the beagles in the middle brush. The most interesting thing I saw was the beagle striking a trail that went up a perpendicular fence line toward the road. I was up top on the railroad that day. The dog was trailing up the fence and about 75 yards in the cut cornfield I saw the rabbit loping along back toward the railroad tracks. Interesting how they always seemed to make a big circle back to where you jumped them. Great memories - carried a Ithaca model 37 16 with corncob for-end.