I've pretty much always hunted with dogs. I've never seen a deer being pushed hard by the dogs, unless it was a "Jumped as soon as the tailgate dropped" deal, and even then the deer leave the dogs in the dust quickly. Mostly they just sort of lope along in front of the dogs. It seems the deer enjoy it as much as the dogs at times. I hunted for years before I killed my first deer, althought the very first time I ever went, I got a shot and missed. The second time was a long time coming.
Art, you're right about the meat. I killed a doe once that the dogs jumped and carried on out of hearing. One beagle stayed on her and went clear out of my hearing. A couple hours later, I saw a big doe trying sneak past me, and I killed her. A few minutes later I heard one lone dog running. I got ready, then realized the dog was running the same line the doe had run. He ran right up to where she had fallen. That was the worst tasting venison I ever ate. Even that deer wasn't running hard, and she was WAY ahead of the dog. I think she was taking a tour of the area, and the dog was just following her.
I watched a doe shake the dogs once. It was really cold, and had been for a while and the beaver swamp in front of me was frozen over. The toe tiptoed out onto the ice, and climbed up on top of a beaver hut and lay down. The dogs ran out onto the ice, slipping and sliding everywhere. They ran right past the beaver hut and never so much as barked. A few minutes later the doe climbed down, and slipped out the opposite direction.
It's not easy, but it sure is fun. I love to hear a good chase. Where I live now, they run deer dogs across the river. I love to stand on the deck and just listen. Music to my ears.
It really is a social thing. We'd meet at the club house, a couple of guys would be fixing breakfast, lies would be told, football games rehashed, (Washington always got robbed) trucks fixed, guns argued about, dogs praised and cussed, and so on. You did not want to miss a shot. You'd be rewarded with a cut shirt-tail and a lot of good natured ribbing. The "shirt-tail board" was prominently displayed, with name and date for each and what was missed on a tag, and saved for years. When you killed a deer there were a lot of hands ready and wiling to help gut it, and drag it out. There were always a couple of guys who did most of the skinning and butchering (I was a skinner) and everybody took home meat if anyone killed one. Not enough to go around, then blank tags went in the hat. Those who had enough meat would just say "Don't put me in." Everyone pitched in to help catch dogs and round them up at the end of the day, and sometimes late into the night.
Kinda long and rambling, but just as I remembered things.