Was lope hunting in 08. There was a young man hunting the same general area, his grandpa was along. We would see each other most days, stop and compare notes and BS. His grandpa would always ask if I had a bloody arrow.
I decided to shoot that rabbit, put him in the back of the truck. Sure nuff here comes grandpa... you have a bloody arrow?... I show it to him. He jumps out and looks in my bed.