I remember reading that issue but I had flash backs of the one time I DID take my dog Coyote hunting, after I read it.
Walking out to a stand and the dog's in 7th Heaven roaming around sniffin everything. I thought to myself, "he's gonna get lost if he don't stick a little closer to me.
He kept looking back at me to make sure I was coming then he'd go about his business again. I decided to test out my camo, after he looked back to confirm my presence once I squatted down along side a downed Oak. He scouted around a while and when he decided to check on me again he stopped and looked back, didn't see a thing, panned his head side to side a few time and all of a sudden he was on a dead run back the we came in. He zig zagged back an forth in the general direction till he got back on our original trail then he made a B-line for the truck.
We were about a mile into the timber, I thought sure as hell he'd get lost. I stood up and yelled for him, all he did was screech to a halt, look back for about three seconds. He couldn't pick me out, I even tried flailing my arms. He'd looked long enough, and as far as he was concerned I disappeared. He poured the beans to it and he was gone in a flash, headed for the truck.
I decided I better go after him, and when I got back to the truck, there he sat in the back, front paws up on the side wall, wagging his tail. I thought, "you lil peckerhead".
~River Runner~