The last time I shot a dog I had a near death experience. Shortly after I give bouser an ass full of rock salt, I hear this muffler-less car coming from behind. The driver full of meth or moonshine, looked liked he hadn't slept in days. Cursing me at the top of his lungs he speeds off. As soon as he dissapeared he re-appears heading straight for me. I didn't want to play chicken so I hit the ditch. No trees to hide behind. He skids to a stop and gets out of his car with his shotgun. I thought this was it... Alone in a remote part of Cannon County with a .38 special and rock salt. He walks up to me and puts the gun in my face and mumbles a few choice words and to my dismay walks away. I'm lucky I didn't end up in the bottom of a well or fire pit. Be safe and wise!