I had a Gordon setter who was not really brilliant. He would automatically point the rabbits in our large backyard, but having never been trained to hold a point, he would then start carefully stalking them. The yard was surrounded by thick, thorny bushes where the rabbits lived ala "Br'er Rabbit and the Briar Patch," and they could see him coming from the other side of the yard. They'd just keep an eye on him 'til he got about 15 feet away, then casually hop into the bushes. The dog would continue to stalk the empty place until he got there and realized the rabbits had gone.

Finally, one winter, he had his moment of glory. He appeared at the back door with a dead rabbit in his mouth, wagging proudly. The rabbit was frozen stiff; he had found it dead.