I found one of those deer skulls in North Georgia back in the 70s. I convinced my young nephew that it was a horn dog skull. We were camping in the National Forest up there some where. We had those kids scared to get out of the tent. Especially when we described the packs of horn dogs that could ravage a whole camp in seconds. The legend of the Horn Dog was born. I mean, it was the '70s and we were not all that lucid much of the time anyway. I actually thought it was a goat skull. Yeah, it could happen. Goats can go wild.