West Branch
5 year old buck +
More of a living in the middle of nowhere story...
My cousin was the same age as me and lived a mile down the road so we always ran around causing trouble when possible. One time when we were around 14 (around 12-13 years ago) we had seen a a dog that was laying in the ditch all bloody and beat up a few miles up the road. When we drove up some other dogs had ran off and it looked like they had been attacking it. We recognized it was from a house just up the road so we drove up there to tell the guy his dog was injured. We did not know the guy and when I knocked on the door a big guy, both height and weight, and answered the door in his whitey tightys. I told him about the dog and he grumbled a little bit, grabbed a bathrobe and got into his vehicle and drove down to where the dog was. We went back down there as well and started saying we didn't know what happened to it. He took a look at it, reached behind his pickup seat, pulled out a large 44 mag revolver, said "I shot the c@#&sucker". He walked up to the dog, shot it in the head, and drove back to his house.
Friend and I looked at each other, said WTF, and went about our day. A couple weeks later we heard that a different guy in that neighborhood was telling everyone a couple teenagers on dirtbikes (my cousin was driving one) were going around killing dogs.
My cousin was the same age as me and lived a mile down the road so we always ran around causing trouble when possible. One time when we were around 14 (around 12-13 years ago) we had seen a a dog that was laying in the ditch all bloody and beat up a few miles up the road. When we drove up some other dogs had ran off and it looked like they had been attacking it. We recognized it was from a house just up the road so we drove up there to tell the guy his dog was injured. We did not know the guy and when I knocked on the door a big guy, both height and weight, and answered the door in his whitey tightys. I told him about the dog and he grumbled a little bit, grabbed a bathrobe and got into his vehicle and drove down to where the dog was. We went back down there as well and started saying we didn't know what happened to it. He took a look at it, reached behind his pickup seat, pulled out a large 44 mag revolver, said "I shot the c@#&sucker". He walked up to the dog, shot it in the head, and drove back to his house.
Friend and I looked at each other, said WTF, and went about our day. A couple weeks later we heard that a different guy in that neighborhood was telling everyone a couple teenagers on dirtbikes (my cousin was driving one) were going around killing dogs.