My 90 lb. Lab rousted me early this morning for a pit stop. Grumbling to myself, I dragged on some sweats and out into the yard we went. I was just lighting a cigarette when I noticed the young whitetail buck standing near my wintered-over turnips. The dog noticed him about the same time. It was a 30 yard chase and the deer never made it back across the highway. My dog brought him down and dispatched him with the death grip on the throat we've seen so often on Wild Kingdom. It's his third deer in three years. I hope this sends a message to the other deer where my garden is concerned; they damn near wiped me out last year. And I guess I've got about a 150 lb deer to dress out, now.