About fifteen years ago, in a canyon a few miles from the canyon in which I live, a three-year-old boy was bitten in the lower leg. By the time they got him to a hospital, his leg had swollen so badly that, without intervention, he'd have lost the leg. They flayed his flesh to the bone in order to allow circulation.
He's eighteen-years-old now and I saw him just a month or two ago. He has a bad-ass-muthuhfuckin scar.