I once lived next to an old overgrown woodlot with huge pecan trees on it. There were always squirrels on it, so one day I decided to take the .22 out and look around. Well, we had an cat that we would feed from time-to-time and he decided to follow me.
I went out next to the lot and just sat down in a lounge-chair and started looking. The cat just sat next to me, wanting attention so I scratched it behind it's ears while I looked around. It wasn't long until I spotted a squirrel or 2 in the barren tree tops (late Fall) and raised my .22 for a shot. Right as I took the shot I noticed the cat run away from me....I thought he was leaving because of the sound of the shot, but instead he ran into the woods, out of sight. As I quickly stood up, I heard the sound of the squirrel falling through the bushes and hit the ground. This lot was very neglected and overgrown and the underbrush was very thick. As I made my way through the bamboo and briers towards where I thought the squirrel had dropped, I noticed the cat just sitting there, his back towards me and his tail dancing around. His tail was what first got my attention. As I got closer, I found him sitting directly beside the dead squirrel. I picked up the squirrel and petted the cat, telling him "Good Boy" and returned to the chair for another wait. The cat followed.
This same thing happened twice more that day and on many other days as well. Was the weirdest thing I had ever experienced while squirrel hunting and is still a very humorous and enjoyable memory.
I moved away from that house and left the cat behind, as he was never really mine to begin with, but he'll always be a "Huntin' Buddy" of mine.