I was working graveyard shift, building new pontoons for a bridge that had sunk in Puget Sound. When I would get home around 5:00 AM I was always dead tired and ready for bed. Problem was some PWT nearby neighbors had about 3 or 4 hounds that would bark, sometimes seemingly for 8 hours straight without so much as taking time to catch their breath. I stopped by several times to ask nicely, but all I ever got was a cursing out. Okay . . . I can play a game too. Their usual M.O. was to sleep until 9 or 10:00 AM or so, put the dogs outside and leave for where ever they went for the day. I had a varmint caller and arriving home a bit early one morning I set up speakers near their place, retreated back about 100 yards or so and activated the “wounded rabbit” call. The inside of their house exploded with an angry mix of barks, growls and howling. Minutes later the man of the house staggered out the back door in his skivvies, bleary eyed, barely able to remain erect. I let him go back inside, presumably back to bed and gave him enough time to get back to sleep before activating the varmint caller again. This I did three times before calling it good, collecting up my equipment and going to bed myself. I did this three days in a row with little or no effect on their dogs containment. I called the police and every other place I could think of and they basically all told me I was on my own. However the lady at animal control did suggest that I try ear plugs. A week or so later, by now I was pretty sick of the routine and walked over to their back yard in my bed cloths and slippers, let the dogs out of their pen, returned home and went back to bed. I remember hearing those dogs as they raced through the neighborhood, fading in and out, howling and baying every step of the way. For some reason, I think that made an impression on them and within the next week they were moved out and gone. Oh yeah . . . and if anyone had a clue as to what I’d done, no one mentioned a word to me.