Growing up, my friend had a beagle that would chase rabbits and an occasional pheasant and we had a ball hunting with that dog. We could only hunt the mornings usually because by that time the damned dog would have found a deer and we would need to spend the rest of the day trying to catch the dog. As much fun as that was hunting with a hound, pulp wood logging is big business here and the aspen cut over areas would regenerate really thickly and all those little trees meant a snowshoe hare food extravaganza. A 4wd vehicle and some buddies with .22's still hunting through those slashings was about as much fun as a guy could have on a snow covered winters day. A black eyeball would be about all you would see those things blended in so well with their surroundings.
