Last summer I was living in rural Nova Scotia, on Highway 7. The neighbours were a bit of a rough lot; several dogs, including a Rottweiler/Akita cross that had fun crossing onto the property we were renting and digging up our garden, barking at me when I was out practicing archery. (Always kept a broadhead in the ground next to me, that was a mean dog). In addition to the mutt, they also have four/five beagles.
By Jesus, those things howled. All night long. The two properties backed onto a large parcel of wooded crown land with several good watering spots for wildlife. As close as I can figure it, any deer, coyote or anything that came within half a mile of the place set them to baying, tied up as they were.
One night I guess one of them was staked alone, or at least father away from his buddies, because the next morning, when I was walking my own dog back to the crown lands, I walked by a bloodied rope - found the pooch, or what was left of it, just inside the treeline. Yote got it.
Did my neighbourly duty and told the fellow next door what happened. He was pissed, but not really surprised (or caring, dude was a jerk).
Next night, when Im headed in before dark, I see there's one beagle, all alone, staked in the middle of the back yard and looking less than happy to be there. And Mr. Neighbour is up on his roof with a crossbow. I turned a blind eye; he did the same for me when I was out simply practicing with my compound - but that night, around 10, the beagle starts up. A minute later - twang.
Got up the next morning for the dogwalk, passed the beagle, looking ok. Got to the treeline and it was like deja vu - dead dog, except this time it was a yote, not twenty feet from where I found the beagle the day before - with my neighbour's crossbow bolt hung up in its shoulder. I dont know how the thing managed to make the treeline (maybe 200 yards). On the way back I told him where to find his bolt and pelt if he wanted it - after that, no more dead beagles, though the goddamned things still howled every night.