I had a beagle named Duke. We use to hunt rabbits for two hours and dog for three.

One day, he was on the trail and howling a storm but went silent and, after about a minute, began again close by. A sport with us said that Duke must have lost the scent for a bit. I replied, "Naw, just runnin on posted land."

But, we lost Duke. One day, Dad took the shoutgun out of the closet to get at the ironing board for Mum. Duke got real excited and ran off. I suppose he's still lookin for somethin ta stretch out on that ironin board.