
My wife was snapping pictures while my dogs went ballistic.

Ran upstairs and grabbed the .270 and 2 150gr ppt's, slid the door open a little and said plug your ears. She started to run off when she heard the door slide open, but took about 5 steps and stopped for a look back. She now resides buried in the farm compost pile with some calves she probably had a hand in killing.
