One of my best was a little Beardie/Grey. She'd hunt for miles, but on a couple of occasions she came back and fetched me to show me where she'd found an occupied earth, in true 'Lassie' style. She'd come back to me, look very hard at me, then turn and trot away, looking back over her shoulder to make sure I was following. She once found a fox on a small cliff face deep in brambles and did that: luckily it was still there when we got there, and the terriers pushed it out. That dog was the most intelligent critter I've ever owned, bar one.
I often wished my lurchers would do that. often wishi