one of my personal labs got out of the kennels somehow when i was in college..
i was told over the phone from my job about 8pm..
"come home, there has been major carnage".....
i pulled into the drive..noticing feathers...everwhere...
the wind was blowing..and it honestly looked like it was snowing feathers.
my dad met me at my truck and told me "Bo" had gotten out and killed off our neighbors fighting cocks.
108 of them..
the next morning after the sun came up the view was hardcore..
for about 300 yards to our neighbors house with a swath about 50 yards wide of nothing but blood, chicken feathers and raw carcasses.
BO was psyched about the frenzy, we sedated him and damn near had to hospitilize him for a few days.
i think my vet might have even given him an IV..
i know he laid in the kennel for 2-3 days without really moving. like he was brain fried or too sore to move.
Bo was an awesome duck dog..with over 1000 retrieves on ducks. and of course..108 fighting chickens.
it took 3 years to pay off my neighbor, who actually was kind of burned out on cock fighting and was far too generous with me on the settlement.
we shot coyotes and cats for 2 weeks that were attracted to the scents.