Well, that was interesting. Whenever I think of trying the advice to hide from your bogging-off dog, I seem to be in the middle of an open field with nothing to hide behind. This morning we were out and Nesta, who alas believes in self-employment, did one of her very rare major hunting expeditions. I had Taffy on lead, fortunately. I could see her on the other side of the field working up and down the edge of the scrub. Normally I'd walk away, but one direction would have taken me back into actual woodland and the other to a road. After 5 or 10 minutes wondering what to do, I crouched down next to the fence - and within 30 seconds N was belting back across the field looking for me. From which I conclude that she was keeping a very close eye on me all the time, and also that when push comes to shove she would actually rather have me than a pheasant. I am not proud of the fact that she wouldn't have come to a call or a whistle, but I was astonished at how quickly she ditched the hunt when she thought she'd lost me.