One year my lab mix got a hold of some elk brains when I was finishing up with a raghorn bull. His stomach swelled up horrible bad and his butt made noises similiar to an air release on a semi. Just about had to repaint after that incident.
Our wiener dog, may he RIP, who we lost about 3 months ago. He would come running to the pickup every time we brought a dead critter home. He would jump for everything he was worth trying to get at em. I would give in and put him in the back of the pickup and he would growl and snarl and tear into em. He chewed the ears off several if I didn't catch him in time. Another great thing about that little brown dog was his love for elk. About a week before season I would take him and ride the 4-wheeler through the main logging roads in my elk hunting spots. He had a special bark for elk. When he winded em and barked and new that was a good spot to come back to when season opened. Man I miss that little dog.
