It has been a year and a half, 50 or so stands, and finally I shot one!! Now, I wish I could claim I used my extensive calling skills, my nice snow camo, and I outsmarted this ugly dog, but it was probably just luck. But hey, I'll take it. And happy that my rifle has finally tasted blood. Quick story. Been hunting almost everyday this past week, and it has been COLD!! Temps ranging from -5 to -10 plus wind chill here in Maine. Plus we got 18" of snow since xmas and I have been hoofing it on snowshoes for miles. This morning I set my alarm for 5 am thinking I would get good early start(I only live 10 mins from my hunting location), but after seeing it was a balmy 0 degrees, and really getting tired of the cold I changed it to 8. This turned out to be the lucky choice. On my way to my stand, about half mile from the truck, I spot this guy trotting down a snowmobile trail in an open field. I know the range since I have scouted this field before(only 200 yds), and slowly drop down to a seated position with my bipod. I try to calm my nerves, which is way harder to do when trying to shoot 200 ish yards at a moving target then it is to shoot at a stationary deer at 30yds. Somehow I calmed down enough and fired one off, which I thought for sure missed. DRT. Ranged 175 yds, 100 yd best on an animal kill. Here in Maine the yotes, or the deer for that matter, don't usually come out into the open. The only other yote I have seen was 15 feet away at night, in thick woods. It turns out that a 178 amax out of a .308 is plenty for a 30 lb sickly dog. Bald, skinny, smelly. Disappointed as I wanted at least a tail for a trophy.