Of course, I am obliged to mention the "sport" who visited an old farmer who owned the best hound dog in the world to observe this canine in action. The dog was put to the chase, immediately picked up a scent and took off with great speed. They followed that unmistakeable sound of a hound hot on the trail until silence abruptly fell. The sport remarked that the dog must have lost the scent. The farmer raised his hand to signal "wait quietly". Shortly, the dog was heard quite a distance from where it had let up. The farmer pointed toward the area betweens howls and said, "Runnin' on posted land."