While looking for pd towns on one of our local reservations, we ran into (actually, they came within inches of running into us)two very inebriated locals. Oh sure, they knew of some dogs, and they did. Before parting, one of them said he wouldn't mind having some to eat...so I said I'd shoot them in the head. He didn't care. So, after pounding them a while, we put on gloves and bagged up a half dozen. Took them down the road a couple miles to his trailer house, nobody home. Oh well, I hung them on the door knob, and we left; temperature was about 90 deg. Next day about noon, we were heading out, and went by the trailer. No bag. Still don't know if he actually ate them....or buried them. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif