Bandit. We lost him last month when, despite all efforts to help him out, his hips finally went out on him to the point he couldn't get around. It was tough. He'd been with us for almost 13 years. He will be missed.
Scout. He's my main walking buddy and we hit the woods as often as we can.
Our "companion dogs." You can start laughing now: it's okay. I catch a lot of crap around here where when it's 10 degrees outside and I'm all bundled up in camo and walking these next two. I catch even more crap from my wife because I swore I'd never walk them. They probably get enough exercise in our back yard but, hey, what's life without a good walk?
Xena. Technically the wife's "house dog," but obviously a hunter nonetheless. I've been trying to find a market for toad hides but, damn, it takes a lot of them to make a belt, much less a pair of boots and they're very hard to skin unless you get a big boar that's up in the 1/4-pound range.
Missy My wife got her from a family that neglected her but at least had the good sense to realize that. She spent all day in a crate and was housebroken, but apparently the area where she went outside was all dirt. She was afraid of the grass when we brought her home and wouldn't walk in it. Now, 3 months later, she runs all over the yard with the other dogs. She's got a new lease on life here.
Oh, we have a couple of cats but all they do is lay around and sleep, occasionally getting up long enough to puke on the furniture or deposit a couple of turds in the litter box so the dogs can find them later and eat them if we forget to shut the gate on the back porch where the litter box is.