Hey, every ship of fools needs a dog to chew on.
I once sat on a hilltop outside Cortez Co. near the city dump. It backed up against tbe Nat Park with the Anastasi (iirc) cliff dwellings. Just as a booner fed down a distant ridge and was about to come off the park and eat a 270 Wby mag partition, a pack of starving junk yard dogs nearby turned on and ate one of their companions.
The sounds of the melee were quite disconcerting to me and Mr Booner and he dropped over the far side of the ridge he was feeding down to die, and instead, another critter took his death nearby.
From that point on ive not cared much for turning dog packs.
Last edited by jaguartx; 09/22/20.
