I had a friend that was forced to stay in a very uncomfortable tree for a night. A pack of pure bread rotwellers or is rottingwellers, kept at him from late in the day long into the night. He did not think he could shoot because they had collars. They came off a rented farm house occupied by druggies a mile away. My friend was so disturbed that he got himself drunk, later that night he died in his house when it burned out. I went after those dogs with a gun or actually they went after me, I had a gun. Thinking back on it I should have gone after the druggies as well.