I was once hunting a highly productive lease and suddenly three dogs appeared from the wood line. I got the first one, a Pit Bull with my 45 Colt. The second got it with my 308. The third was a Dachshund. He took off running straight down my 200 yard shooting lane. I fired on him at about 185 yards. The bullet hit the soft East Texas dirt right between his back legs. I had no idea Weenie Dogs had afterburners.
Regardless of their unknown owners, they had no right being where they were.
