A couple years ago my old outfitter was gored purty severely. He had doctor as a client that wounded a big ol' buck. They was a long way from the truck and he decided to let the buck 'help' himself to the truck. They each grabbed a horn, and proceeded off the mountain. By golly, that deer did kinda help them along, with all his struggling. But somewhere along the way, ol' Doc lost his grip. The buck was able to knock Tom down and thrashed his azz. Doc was able to stop the bleeding and stabilize him, until the life-flight helicopter whisked him to the hospital in Junction. Come real close to dying from the punctured lung.
