Okay, I have to tell you a story about something that happened to me about 20 years ago. I was driving down a dead-end gravel road on the north side of Pilot knob state park one late winter day when I saw about 50 yards from the road two dogs chomping on the hindquarters of a buck they had dragged down in the deep snow. The buck has shed both antlers, and he was hamstrung but still alive. It looked as if the dogs had already eaten five pounds or more out of his hams. I rushed to the park office and Ray Turner, the park Ranger told me since it was a Sunday afternoon, he didn't care to come out and do anything about it. So I drove to the game warden's house in Forest city, Wilfred Macheak. Wilfred informed me that it was his last day and he was retiring the following day and he didn't want to be bothered. Fine, I'll take care of it myself. I went home and got my .243 and headed back out there. It was probably 45 minutes later but the dogs were still there and the buck was still alive. I jumped out of my pinto, with my wife watching, and took a shot at one of the dogs that was jumping all over around the deer's face, biting and barking. Shot missed, and the dog took off to the south. I emptied my gun at it as he ran, but never touched a hair. I watched him disappear from sight, noting that it was a yellow dog with a red collar. Suddenly my wife is screaming at me and I realized that the other dog is coming for me, getting real close, snarling and teeth bared. I reached in the car, grabbed one .243 shell, jammed it in the chamber, slammed the bolt shut and swung around just in time to shoot as the dog leapt for my throat. The dog's neck hit the barrel of the gun just as I shot, and the bullet went through its collar and broke it's neck. My gun barrel was actually touching the dog's collar when I shot! It took 15 minutes before my young wife stopped screaming and walking around with her face in her hands. She kept looking towards where the other dog had went, as if she was expecting it to come back and attack too. Seems either Turner or Macheak must have called the deputy sheriff, who was a bowhunter, because he showed up just as we were settling down. He loaded the dog in the trunk of the car and we walked out to the buck, who was still alive, but couldn't even get up, and shot it. I asked him what could be done about the other dog. He said "do whatever you want, just don't tell anyone." Well I did find the dog the following day, chained up in front of a house in a nearby housing development. Is 20 years long enough so I can now tell what happened to it?