Nobody hunts on my property without permission.

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Funny story: I nailed that one with 165 grain Hornady SP at 150 yards back in 2002. I brought it out and showed it to my Collie/Shep mix, Barney. Barney thought the dog was sleeping, but he quickly put it all together and started getting really hinky with me. He began to slink away from me with his hair raised. I still had the rifle in my hands.

"Don't worry," I told him. "That was a bad dog. You're a good dog. I only shoot bad dogs."

Barney, who was scary smart, perked right up and started wagging his tail. That was enough of an explanation for him.



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