I hunted with guys that did it right. Was a lot of fun and often very productive. The outlaws ended the practice in my county.

Growing up in Chilton County, we had 2 choices, run dogs with the criminals or fight the dog running criminals.
Not all of them, but the great majority of dog runners were a bunch of reckless drunk poachers who thought they owned all the deer in the county. If you dared try to stop them farm equipment got vandalized, barns burned, cattle shot, gates destroyed, etc.
People who come to Chilton county and lease hunting land today have no idea how hard we fought to put a lid on the rampant organized crime syndicate of dog hunters.

We did it right, walked standers in, didn’t run the roads. Had some great dogs and learned to shoot a running/moving deer very well. Good times with family and friends. Being a driver (as a kid) makes you learn directions. Most grown men will get lost in the woods now without a phone.
I know our property better than most know theirs. I’ve walked every hill, hollow, creek bottom etc.

I remember the “good ‘ol days” of dog hunting. I’m glad they put a stop to that crap.

You were just on the wrong side of it.

Still lots of dog hunting around my area.

In my opinion, it was the best way to get kids started. My kids loved to go listen to the dogs. It was also not the end of the world if they they talked or moved around a little.

I got buddies that do it regularly still. They have bred down long running walkers with bird dogs where they don’t run all day. They literally jump multiple deer in a drive now.
I go when I can. I got two 1100s ready at the chance.

grew up dog hunting. killed my first deer in front of a dog with a 1100
I killed my first 50 deer with a shotgun in front of a dog. good times for sure. like an earlier post said I can remember more of those hunts than I do the stand hunts.

Late 90's I had a jam up black and tan and a pair of Walkers. Got the walkers as coon dogs that a buddy gave up on for running deer. My 1st hunt they jumped hot, then stopped, then hot, then stop. Come to find out they were Turkey dogs. LOL. They were litter mates and I named them Hen and Jake. They finally became great dogs but long winded as hell. They would not stop unless the race ended with a dead deer. Man we had some fun times and there was never a shortage of meat.