I remember going to my great uncle's with my gramps I might have been 8 or 10. Heavey snow storm had fallen previously. Snow was 3 or 4 feet. Gramps stomed on the breaks and started muttering. Jumped out of truck snatched shotgun from back seat . I followed the direction of the barrel in time to see 4 dogs dragging a deer down in deep snow about 50 yards from the road . Gramps cut loose hitting 3 dogs drt. 4th one may have been hit . He then reloaded and finished the deer whose innards were hanging out his rear. He cussed the irresponsible dog owners for letting dogs go feral. Still makes hair on the back of my neck stand on end to think about dyeing that way.