Years ago, when I was in high school, Dad and I were hunting with a friend and his son who was packing an M1 carbine. We jumped a deer and I fired the 1st shot,lung shooting it. However, the other kid emptied his mag into it, literally hitting it with all 16 shots. It was a gory mess and Dad politely invited him to tag it since he 'put it on the ground'. They took it back to camp and hung it up with the hide on and covered it with an army poncho. It hung there for 3 days in the heat, often with the sun on it. When we packed up to go home, 1000 flies came out from under the poncho. Dad politely declined to share the meat.
They later commented that the meat really didn't taste all that good. Ya think?
