OK everyone, I hope this story lives up to the hype, so here we go....Saturday morning the wind was right to hunt a stand we call "drop-tine". This is about as perfect as a stand location gets. It's a classic funnel with a large creek on one side and a beaver swamp on the other with standing corn fields on either side. It pinches down to about 50 yards wide and a 100 yards long. I've been hunting this stand since 1985 and when the crop rotation is corn, it's hard to beat. Not as good as "Blood Hill" or "Thumb Nail" but its mighty close. I hunted it opening morning(Oct. 13) and shot a buck at 10 yds. and haven't hunted it again until Saturday. At 7 am, 2 large does passed at about 25 yds. and I should have shot but for what-ever reason, the shot just wasn't right. A few minutes later several more does and a small buck approached and the lead doe appeared to not have a fawn so she was the one I decided to try to take. She stopped at 7 yds. quartering away and the arrow was on it's way. The Intercepter entered the ribs a little further back than I would have liked but OK. Within 20 yds or so, I could see a lot of blood and she was plowing thru the standing corn for a few seconds then all was quiet. Just as I relaxed a little, a dog barked really close to where I thought she fell and the crashing corn stalks started up again and then water splashing. I got down as quick as I safely could and ran to the creeks edge to see the doe had died in the water but there were 3 large UN-COLLARED dogs on top of her. They were biting at her head and neck as they swam around her in about 6 feet of water.........Now here was a deer that I had just taken it's life and now all I wanted to do was protect it from these dogs, not because it was 'my' deer, but because of how brutal they were to her.....Strange feeling to me and I've thought about it a lot since. I wonder how many fawns haven't been so lucky.On the last picture, you can see some of the marks and the other side shoulder, I had to discard.