This is a Pic of my old Man Chief. He got 12 seasons of hunting in. Thought I was gonna have to retire him at 9 from an injury. at 12.5 he got an unrecoverable injury but got to hunt opening weekend. That guy could withstand the cold and was one hell of a guard dog. He greeted every crackhead with a growl and teeth. they all figured out to go some place else. I would take him on the road with me and let him out of the truck. Id walk into the customers place for 30 min and he either sat by the door I walked in, or was under the driver side door of the truck. I'm gonna miss that old boy!